The town is visible, but still way too far away. She forces herself to look at him again and into that mask, "No shit. And here I thought you were just being awkward for no reason at all. Which isn't entirely unlike you, I suppose."

The joke helps lighten her tension, but it's still there, "He's different. Shorter, at least. Different voice. Can't really say about the rest," she gestures to her own face, "With the mask and all."

When he finally catches on to the fact that she'd said that earlier, Gwen laughs softly, "I did say that. Infinite possibilities--" she tugs at her jacket and sweater to reveal the suit hiding underneath, the white and pink webbing, "The spider doesn't always bite you."

It just does a lot of the time. She sometimes wonders if that's why her own Peter had done what he did. Why he'd wanted to be special so badly... like he'd felt something that told him he was supposed to be.