"I can picture it," Gwen says, teasing. She looks at Peter with a grin, reaching for his hand and threading her fingers with his. She was starting to feel better about this place.

Looking at Mr Stark again, she kinda shrugs. "Somewhere called Beachville? The guy at the information hub was pretty helpful, but when I asked him if he knew what the voidtrain was, he shook his head and apologized. I even looked for a station. I didn't arrive in my train uniform, so that's...a thing."

A good thing. She didn't care for the train. But now they were in the sun. In the freaking sun, and Gwen realized earlier that all her time on the train has left her a little paler than preferred.