"Not really. That was just dumb luck, to be completely honest with you." Peter admitted, brushing his hand over his hair for a second as if that would do some good to get rid of the shocked feeling. It downright felt like it was standing on end, althought it wasn't the likely case since she wasn't looking at him with complete amusement. Or really at all for that matter given he couldn't see that second personality beneath her skin or through the reflection. It was a part of the power he didn't get and likely wouldn't, nor was it something he could likely understand from an outsider perspective until he did experience it firsthand.
"If you need to sleep, go ahead. I'll try to avoid bumps and potholes," although he couldn't say he had actually spotted on in Red Oak so far. It was certainly the sigh that had cued him to it once he had climbed in and settled in the driver's seat, pulling away from the curb just in time to avoid a rather anger bar patron as he stumbled out of the door and realized his car was moving without him in it. Not like he could run after the vehicle with his weight, Peter glancing in the rearview mirror for a second only to ignore the middle finger and yells thrown his way.
He just hoped and prayed they could actually get to New York, and not for his sake so much as Niki's own. Chosing to eat his words as he took note of the similarities of their situations, he only hoped the Matt Parkman of his time was just as quick to get his brother to a hospital as he had D.L.