[Gwen would normally try to argue, but honestly, she's too damn tired, and she knows just how stubborn Jim can be. Even though he has his own injuries, bloody and scraped up as he is, she still accepts his help, holding out her arm to let him help her tie it. She could do it herself, but given he's there and willing, she knows better than to refuse.]

Honestly? I have no idea. I just... knew. When I had the opening, I did what felt right, and it worked. [All she can do is shrug, really. None of this stuff has made sense, but when has anything about this place ever made sense?

Especially because her spider-sense started to flare in her mind again. Jim was fine, there wasn't anything else around, so why was the anxiety creeping up in her again? But then it suddenly made sense, when Jim suddenly stood and changed the topic to the two people not here with them at the moment.]

Um--- they should be close? Peter was supposed to distract Spock, just long enough for me to heal you. Here, let me text him-- [She had barely even gotten the message sent over to Peter when more curses came out of Jim, and she felt like her stomach dropped.]

Jim, what-- ["his suit". Goddammit. Jim didn't have to finish the sentence for her to know what he meant. Peter was in that goddamn Iron Spider suit, which they thought might be best, but its power supply was faulty at times. She told Peter to make sure to charge it, but even if he did, it didn't always last like it was supposed to. She doesn't have an answer for know Jim has any idea what might be happening with Peter and Spock at the moment, but his own panic is adding to hers.]

You don't think...? He was just supposed to distract him, not take him on by himself--