From what Gwen knew based on the few interactions she had with other Spider-Man-type-people, she knew her powers were more or less the same as those possessed by Peter Parker. Durability to get hit and knocked around, strength far greater than the average person, the whole wall-sticking-thing, Spidey Senses. What she knew was different was her web fluid, and if someone like Mr. Stark or Jan could look at its make up and replicate it, she thought that might be good for the other Peters and Miles because hers wasn't finite like theirs. So long as there was moisture in the air, it would regenerate. If she had to voice her opinion, she'd say she was a little more graceful, too, but maybe she was just biased.
It made her smile grow to see that she'd done right by bringing the coffee. Gwen hadn't wanted to show up empty handed, and she figured coffee was useful. She'd gone to COFFEE and asked what Mr. Stark preferred, and now she was here with a whole pot of coffee. "Ah, man," she said as she approached and passed off the pot of glorious caffeine. "You saw right through that I guess." And to that, she laughed. Gwen would've brought it for him regardless of what they were doing. She really liked Tony Stark. Mr. Stark was generous and nice, but he had he best sense of humor ever and even though Gwen was sure he'd been subjected to his fair share of shit that no one should have to deal with, he was still taking initiative to be the unofficial leader of the town and taking time out of his schedule to make time for her. That meant a lot.
"Good thing I'm pretty cool and don't need to use tactics like that to get in good with the teacher." She looked around then, taking in whatever she could see -- which, given her heightened senses were actually a lot of details. "Where do we start? I promise I'll try not to break anything. Can't promise there won't be explosions but I can give you my best effort."