Gwen had gone from being totally creeped out to actually enjoying herself the longer they were there. She credited a decent amount of that to America, because if she'd been by herself she might still be kind of wary about all of it. She still would've checked it all out, but it woudln't have been nearly as enjoyable. For as up and down as they'd always been, Gwen did miss her girlfriends back home. It felt good to be hanging out with someone, even if it was a little premature to call themselves good friends at this point.
"Yup! That's Samantha Wilson," she said, nodding to the Captain America shirt. "My dad's a huge fan." She hung the shirt back up. Cool as it was, she might come back for it later though.
"We don't have an Iron Man," she said. "Tony Stark is just a rich guy who makes coffee and weapons. Hm, I guess I'm the female version of Spider-Man. I told you about Cap. I'd have to ask around to find out what other super-human-hero-type people might be the counterparts to the people in my world. There are some pretty cool people there. But there are also a lot of creepazoids and jerkfaces."