[ The part of Jess that wants to gloat about BEING COOL TO A TEENAGER thrives, a little bit, off of his response. There is awe. There is an audible WHOA. The other part of Jess that does not like gloating (smaller, more paranoid, thinks about The Thing She Can't Think About If She Wants To Function) takes that split second to try and figure out what the best (PG?) way to answer his question is. ]
I have some spider DNA.
[ Is what she settles on. She holsters her finger-gun, like a cowboy, very cool Jessica, very demure, and then cocks her head at Tinier Peter Parker. ]
Hey.
[ As if it's just occurring to her, and it is, you know, important: ] How long have you been a superhero?
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I have some spider DNA.
[ Is what she settles on. She holsters her finger-gun, like a cowboy, very cool Jessica, very demure, and then cocks her head at Tinier Peter Parker. ]
Hey.
[ As if it's just occurring to her, and it is, you know, important: ] How long have you been a superhero?