John and Tara were her best friends and roommate, and when they were acting funny, it affected her. So far, though, she wasn't sure what she could do about it. Or if they wanted her to. She was a little nervous that things might... blow up. Or worse, wither away.
In any case, Gwen was going to blame her awkwardness on how she felt in the John/Tara situation, because that was the easiest one to explain.
"Hair of the dog?" She asked, giving him a little smirk. The wine table wasn't far from where they were standing, so she led the way over and reached for a glass. "Or water?"