She'd made an educated guess he'd be a Peter, most all of them were that had some variation of that suit. There were a few non-Peter's who had something similar, but most were distinctively different.

"Me, specifically? No. But maybe a version of me. That's usually how it goes." Once he's close enough, she might see a flash of sadness that she quickly covers up with a smile. Despite meeting so many of him, it still brings her back to that night in the high school gym every time she runs across another one. Especially since so many of them had canon events revolving around her too.

It's fine. She's fine.

Hopping onto the back of the sled, Gwen gestures to the cargo basket for him to get in. There are also blankets in there, "That does sound pretty gross. Like those suckers with the bugs in them."

Who even bought those anyway? Other than for a joke?