[ She thinks of alt-Pete's revelation.

And she very sincerely hopes that her Peter is right.

Gwen tucks her phone in her pocket and breathes deep, reasserting her composure. ]

Iiii'm not sure. Apparently it's on the north edge of town? According to Tim. He's pretty reliable. [ Gwen pauses, then takes a step closer, reaching out with one hand to tangle her fingers with Peter's. ]

... thanks. For -- doing this with me. It -- it means a lot.