"Yup," she replied. "Drummer from The Runaways. Kinda like to honor women drummers and that was the first name that came to mind." Her Sylveon had seemed to respond to it and liked having an actual name so Gwen had just gone with it at the time.
Her eyes turned up to the sky to see the large bird streaking across it. It was pretty exciting, being in a world where Pokemon actually existed. "Oh, well, Mr. Stark gave me a pokeball in case I needed it but she just kind of came to me. I think she was sad. I don't really know why. I thought maybe someone had her as an Eevee and maybe she evolved into a type the owner didn't want? I don't know. That's totally reaching. But regardless, she seemed sad and I didn't want her to be alone." It was nice having her as a companion. "I dunno what they do in the pokeballs. I guess they sleep in there? Maybe they shrink and it's actually not that small for them inside. I guess they'd have to shrink regardless."
When he asked about her specifically, Gwen looked up at the sky again. Some Pidgeys were flying in a flock together. "It's been um.. Well, it's complicated. I miss my dad back home. And the Spider-person in me knows I need to be back there doing what I was doing, even if people didn't really like me or thought I was bad. But I also like it here. I like the people I've met. I don't want to lose them, and I will, if I get taken back." Sometimes she felt selfish, but she couldn't help it. "Then again, me not being home means my dad is safe, so, maybe it's best I'm here." She looked down from the sky and over at him. "What about you? Are you adjusting?"