Gwen had seen her fair share of experiments gone wrong. That was what ultimately got her Peter killed. Granted, this was a very different sort of thing going on but still, she wasn't exactly a stranger to shit going down in a bad way. No thank you. This was some sort of zoo on prehistoric steroids thrown into modern day. What could go wrong? She knew the answer, but wasn't going to say it. Why put those bad vibes out into the void on the off chance they'd come true?
Anyway, she had webbing and Mr. Stark was Iron Man, so they probably had some sort of leg up on the dinosaurs. Maybe. "Listen, it'd be cool to get Raptor powers I guess except I'm not too stoked to get some sort of claw on my foot. That would make wearing boots really uncomfortable," she said. "And the alternative would mean I'd be a snack for one so I'm just gonna avoid getting bit all together." She found herself looking all around as they walked out of the visitor's center.
"I gotta get a t-shirt or something before we leave," she said, then looked up to see a sign. "Oh, I think that's the ride I saw a hologram of where you sit in like glass ball thing and ride around? That can't be dangerous, can it? We should probably do it."