[It's fine, Peter doesn't actually want to get punched in the face that bad anyway.

Peter nods in that "okay I guess this is happening now" sort of way and stops grabbin up on this guy's chest like a weirdo. Instead, he plants his hands on his hips and and looks up and down the halls, like he's trying to process everything around him as quickly as he can. Just sort of coming to terms with the fact that this is actually real and happening and yeaaah.

Yeah.

Okay, he's good now. Mostly. He kind of snaps his attention back to Billy suddenly.]

Okay, two things. One, does Hell have Sprite? Two, who are you and how do you know my name?

..Okay, technically that's three things.