Gwen's body was flung forward as the car screamed. When they stopped and her head bumped against the back, Gwen looked at him, mouth agape and caught up in the moment, so excuse her--

"Hey, jackass! Are you trying to kill me or what?"

--lack of tact. He pulls into an alley and she instinctively rips off one glove and holds her hand up, ready for attack. But none came and he proceeded to have what Gwen interpreted to be a full on breakdown.

"I said I had superpowers," Gwen clarified, a bit of an edge in her tone. "Not a superhero. I'm a..."

Her voice drifted off, and she just rolled her eyes. "Whatever."