Gwen protests slightly at being picked up, more of an annoyed teenager-y grunt of sound. She feels like too much shit to do more than turn into a sack of potatoes. A very small, very light but no less solid sack of potatoes, but the very injustice of being picked up is gone the second she's near the vent. She can hear and feel the air coming out of it and leans above it, eyes closed, trying to breathe slowly.

Opening her eyes long enough to see what's going on, she notices Mr Stark fall and hears the worry in Peter's voice. An aggressive fit of coughing prevents her from doing much past watching the situation, but she moves like she's going to stand up. And kinda fails, thumping back in her seat with a huff.

"Web him out of there." Neither of them can physically go back in, but Mr Stark needs help.