“I c-can talk,” Gwen manages while coughing violently, eyes closing tightly as a soft, pained groan escapes from behind her hands. She goes to talk again and then coughs more, clearing her throat some and trying again.

“I can talk for myself, Peter.”

And ooh what a dirty look she gave him for answering for her in the first place. “I’m Gwen Stacey. I was bitten by a radioactive spider when I was fourteen and at a gig with my band back home.”

Coughing fit time? Coughing fit time. Please hold while your Spider-Gwen reset

“I’m not from the same dimension as either of you, but I’m the only spider person where I am from.” And then a wince as she turns to look at Peter.

“Full name. Ouch.” Someone was in trouble.