A huge wave of relief washes over Peter once she's let him go and he takes a in several breaths, trying to force the bad thoughts out-to not think about him. He hasn't in so long he can't now.

"Yeah well, you shouldn't-" The words die out as his notices she's not wearing a whole lot of anything and it feels like his throat has swollen closed. He closes his eyes and turns the opposite direction. Someone is confident.

"According to reports they're uh... MO is to hit like... after two." He forces himself to focus on those reports. "I'll be fine. Just uh-stay on your roof and I'll stay on mine." Shelob makes a noise of agreement, not happy at all by how her trainer reacted to that. That wasn't normal was it? He usually had something to say about everything.