Peter's view of the world only seemed to encompass the southeastern part of New York state at best, so ... honestly, words like 'Boston' and 'Montpelier' went right over his head, now that Kitty was home and safe.
Forcing himself to stop pacing, he still couldn't seem to sit down, self consciously rubbing the spinarette on one wrist while he spoke. "At least you're safe." That seemed to mean a great, obvious deal to Peter; after losing so many people and constantly hearing about mutants being hurt, he was paranoid, to be nice about it. "There are worse places to adjust to, you have to admit."