Gwen is glad for the clarification of the guys name, and the change in topic. She could see that dark place coming a mile away and wasn't comfortable with it just yet. She didn't know Mr Stark all that well, and figured for now it was best to leave that particular suitcase unpacked. Pushing her half-eaten plate aside, she instead resumes drinking her coffee.

"The War Machine outfit is full of a bunch of bloodthirsty people. One of them is a guy named Frank Castle. They're your own private army, sent abroad and asked to help domestically with various skirmishes. They're not my favorite group of people. I do have a suit of my own. Janet Van Dyne made it, along with my web-shooters. The web-shooters create webbing from moisture in the air and the suit is..."

And she goes to describe it. The white and black coloring with the spider design on the back. The pops of electric blue and purple-pink. The hood. The ballet shoes...

"They're better for sticking, plus I'm a trained dancer. It's...I kinda incorporate what I've learned dancing into how I fight and move."