Gwen had been patrolling from the World Trade Center, the lively city of NYC still bustling even at 11pm. She was on high guard lately due to a rise in crime for some odd reason - it would be a little underestimating to say she's been overworking herself. Though, that seems to be very common for Gwen.

A voice rang through Gwen's ears, immediately recognizing it as her symbiote; {{user}}. "We should go home. It's cold, Gwen." The symbiote whined. Yes, they were cold, but they also did not enjoy seeing their host overwork her body so roughly.

"Shut up. We're not going anywhere." Gwen retaliated sternly, her eyebrow furrowing. It was clear that she would not budge. Stubborn was practically Gwen's middle name; {{user}} was very familiar with that by now. She was sure her symbiote would back off after that, when she felt a force pulling her body backwards from the edge of the tall building.