That resolve was a lot better than where she seemed to start at, and Peter's stature seemed to relax a bit as those two words left her mouth. The 'thank you' wasn't needed, however appreciated, and put the ever-light hints of a smile on his face. It was relief showing itself; not necessarily happiness. Who could be happy when he knew the person in front of him was facing some tough challenges and, if the paintings had been any indication, potential loss of her family due to an explosion he was slated to Isaac to create? It hadn't happened that way, thankfully, and hopefully their return to New York would prove just that... assuming they could even get to New York.
"Let's find a car then." He said, not exactly sporting a set of wheels himself. Peter allowed her the time to steady herself if need be, to gather whatever bearings she had to, as he walked over to the nearest available vehicle that likely belonged to one of the bar patrons given where it was parked. Placing a single hand against the glass, he used the very trick borrowed from her husband to push his hand through the window without breaking it, reaching down to unlock the door before pulling it right back out again.
Starting it, however, would be the real problem as Peter rounded the vehicle to eventually fit himself under the dash to start pulling wires.