[he trails after her, out the window and up to the top of the building, forgoing the path that she took to wall crawl his way. the bag's too big and his shoulders a smidge too wide to try and maneuver up the narrow confines anyway. peter spies her shivering just a little despite the added layer of his clothes and rubs at her back, arms, good shoulder, before tucking her into a loose embrace.

he steps back just enough to answer her.

this may be out of her wheelhouse, but it's not that far a stretch from the sort of things someone might do in chem lab or shop class — just bigger. do they have those sorts of things at whatever fancy rich kid school she went to or was it all uniforms, horseback riding, and golf?]

Yeah. There's two pairs of goggles in the case. Put one of them on while I bring the tanks over. We're gonna cut the gun up into smaller pieces and disassemble the bullets.

I can use the components in a little something for you if that's not too weird.