Gwen had yet to find out that Sirius could shrink things so her thoughts were that if they wanted to keep it they'd just have to plow through the door with it. Maybe. That was probably not a good idea, but she kind of flew by the seat of her Spider-suit most of the time anyway so she wasn't really going to stress over that until the time came to figure out how to get it to Starklandia.
Briefly she wondered if they had alien corndogs, but she also kinda wasn't sure if breaded alien meat on a stick was the best idea to try. Granted, it might actually be the best thing ever so she didn't want to limit herself.
"Yeah, yeah, a car lot," she said, agreeing with Sirius. Hopefully there was one nearby and they wouldn't have to go too far. If they did, though, it'd still be on a kickass alien planet. Unless they were hostile. That would totally suck. "I can go ask someone. Preferably someone with a mouth and not just antennae."
"Hey, you good?" She asked Miles, and pat his shoulder. "I almost had to put my mask on to dial it back a bit." Being a Spiderling could get overwhelming and this was a lot to take in. "Don't worry if you need to do that. If anything we'd probably look more inconspicuous in our suits." She smiled, then darted off to find someone to talk to, but did put her mask on to sort of hide her human face.
It took about twenty seven seconds. Gwen found an alien with four eyes on each side of his head, but he did have a mouth. He didn't speak their language, so she had to point and kind of play charades, involving her mimicking driving and paying for something. When she got back, she pulled the hood back from her face and looked between the two. "Okay, so Bob over there said through a series of blehs and meeps and whomps that we gotta go that way," she said, and pointed to the left. "But y'know, stuff gets lost in translation, so."