[ up until today she was only really familiar with the one vigilante, and he'd also been her boyfriend. ex. ex-boyfriend. so the number of people running around in costume here has gwen pretty intrigued. even if she hasn't had the best of experiences with this phenomenon, anything's got to be better than confronting the possible reality of whatever's outside right now.

she watches him for a second, then tentatively takes a step forward, fishing for something in her purse. ]

I think I got the last of the amoxicillin. If that's what you're...

[ she holds it out. ]

Unless you're some kind of desperate morphine addict looking for a fix in which case I'll leave you to it.