[ah yes the dreaded wardrobe malfunction. he's lost track of the number of outfits ruined as a result of unexpected scrapes. naturally, he nods in sympathy but then scowls at the idea that he was somehow to blame.]

Excuse me. This your operation. I didn't jinx anything that wasn't already highly likely to occur.

[peter straightens his tie and pops back into the supply closet, grabbing the duffel along with her bow and arrows. no sense in leaving them behind or having to double back. it means he moves a little slower than he'd like, of course, but the stretch of hall they've already covered is mercifully still empty and so he catches up without too much effort on his end.]

Peace offering for ruining your dress, just in case.

[because he can't be sure that the guards didn't alert their boss, or have other friends who are on their way, and the likelihood that their anonymity is shot is high, so why not just go out guns — ahem — arrows blazing.

he settles in place behind her, walking backwards as she moves forward to keep an eye on anyone who'd try to sneak up on them. before long, they make it to their destination. he tries the handle. unsurprisingly, the door to the office is locked, but there is a card reader off to the side.]

You didn't happen to find a key card on one of those guys did you?