If there's a ship name, you're wondering, is Veronica posting stuff online somewhere? Furthermore, you muse with increasing concern, does Regina factor into that somehow? The answer to both questions is yes.
Veronica fished the softly-glowing gargoyle figurine out of her turtleneck; no sense running down its batteries. When Punch had given the glamour to her it had been on a length of leather cord; it was now on a long tasteful silver chain. "We look human, to the humans," she explained to the werewolf. "But there's a time limit on that so you really saved our asses. Thanks."
"No prob," Bev said as the red Kenworth barreled down the empty prairie morning. "Always good to have company, and you'll be a nice change from the average hitchhikers. Won't hafta wolf out when some dude gets handsy. I'm headed to Regina, if that works."
Veronica waggled her eyebrows lasciviously. "Big fan of Regina. Love to explore Regina," she flirted, with all the subtlety of a thrown brick.
"Are there a lot of werewolves?" Maeve asked from the sleeper cab.
"Some. It's passed down through families. I wasn't bit or nothing," Bev said, giving no indication of picking up on Veronica's hamfisted signals. "There's a fair-sized pack up North I come from. But I left."
"We left our family, too," Maeve agreed.
"Didn't fit in?"
Veronica gazed out her passenger window. "Maeve did. I didn't. They're really insular, and I was... not." She traced one claw against the safety glass. "Always had the bug to explore. One day they encouraged me to do that by force, permanently, or else, and Maeve kind of got dragged along."
"Are you two, uh?" Bev asked awkwardly.
"Nope! Part-sisters," Veronica said brightly, her mood shifting rapidly as usual. "Plus Maeve's straight as a ruler. Plus she has a boyyyyfriend."
"Hey!" Maeve protested.
"Although our fandom ship name is 'Verve'," Veronica continued cheerfully.
"Stop it!"
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