She doesn't say anything about the knuckle being moved, but her face sure says a whole lot. And it's right up there with the string of swears she let out earlier. Her free hand smacks the countertop and then grips the edge of it, part of the surface cracking just a bit under Gwen's restrained pressure.

"That felt awful and I never want to experience that again," she finally says, giving Tony a glare that isn't meant at all. The look after is apologetic and then she shakes her head. "No. Nothing like that at all. My memories literally go 'getting ready for a date with peter in the Lavender Death Room, getting called to talk to the conductor, waking up in someone's smelly suitcase, destroying said suitcase after it hits the ground with me in it.' I'm assuming I was on a shelf because there was a fall after I woke up."