For his part, Peter hadn't the slightest inkling that Spider-Woman could be Gwen. His Gwen wasn't a mask. His Gwen wasn't anything anymore. She had been dead a long time. And it was all because she'd been unfortunate enough to love him. Those messages with MJ had reminded him of all that, and he now knew that Gwen — some version of her, anyway — was here. But he hadn't spoken to her yet. He didn't know he was looking at her right this moment.
The white and pink was, he had to admit, as badass as she thought it was, especially after that backflip. So she was looking to impress, too. Peter shook her hand, glad the mask was hiding his little smirk. He thought it was a little old-fashioned of her to shake hands but it was kind of charming in its own way. Maybe she was nervous. He wasn't. Not at all. Well, not much.
"Pleasure's all mine," Peter replied. "Even though you completely dissed my digs. The ladies love the red and blue, I'll have you know." He did a little catwalk turn for her, just to be sure she saw the whole suit.