[ it all clicks in her mind a lot later than it should have, really. duh. escape plan s. aka the actual reason she'd asked him for his help in the first place. taking the stairs or the elevator down 30 floors isn't exactly the most expedient, especially when there are likely to be more security of the henchmen variety on their tail. kate somehow doubts there are other very many valuable things on this floor; it's a wonder they haven't been ambushed yet as it is.

anyway. wording. ]

I thought I told you to table that.

[ because yeah, she hasn't forgotten. but her tone isn't at all short this time, rather amused and, okay, a little excited because maybe there's a part of her that's kind of sort of always wanted to try this. shut up.

she moves towards the window, nudging it to look outside and— hmm. wow. thirty floors looked a lot lower from the ground. she sways back so she's no longer hanging out of the window, but she doesn't really get very far because peter's right there behind her, a solid but silent reminder it'd be so so lame if she chickened out now.

still... ]

So, like. I'm gonna have a harness or something, right? I'm not just going to be hanging off your back while you do your spider thing? Right? Peter?