Why was this happening? Why was this random woman yelling at him and then attacking him for wearing a costume? Peter just couldn't figure it out. Maybe this was karma for lying to Aunt May about eating the rest of the leftovers. Whatever it was one thing was perfectly clear; this thing was not going to recover or get any better. Just worse. He shook his head just dumbfounded at her and brought both hands up in defense. "Ok. Sorry. That was a joke. And uh- whatever I've done-just..Sorry?" He let out a long breath and tossed his cup in the trash. It was time to mingle else where. "I'll be going now."