"Yeah, I do," he said, settling back once the realization hit him that he would be driving for a while and, quite frankly, he figured he would be the only one doing it. Not because he didn't trust in her driving abilities or anything of the sort, but if anyone deserved some good rest, it was her. He, on the other hand, had plenty given he had dropped into Red Oak quite a few days before. Reaching over, he turned on the radio, but kept it at a low volume to allow for conversation. Just in case.
"And it probably wouldn't be right if you just appeared her and had no problem with it whatsoever." Peter admitted with the sleight of a smile. He hadn't exactly been shocked or surprised about what his future self had managed to do; not so much as the location he had ended up and the fact he had just been on the warpath to lay into whoever had shot Nathan. He rolled his lips for a second, absentmindedly biting on his lower lip for a second as if to consider wheather or not to tell him where he had left off.
"Nathan was shot at a press conference" he said, glancing over to her for a brief second, "and I trailed the guy, but got teleported here. Funny thing is, I think I was chasing myself." And that was a rather sombering thought; one he tried not to let his eyes reveal as he kept them straight ahead. The reason wasn't quite known yet - his future self hadn't yet explained it - but surely there had to be a good reason for it.