Lita thinks about slipping another dig in before he leaves. It would only be too easy. Something about how she was hot shit and everyone, including him, knew it. Or maybe how he couldn't prank her to save his life. Or possibly something along the lines of the wastefulness of tearaway shirts in a world were supplies were limited or something. But she doesn't.
Pete had done her a favor today. Maybe he sensed she was having a rough time and, knowing the sort of person she was, refused to treat her any differently. Even if he wasn't aware, Pete simply being Pete had been aggravating enough to keep her above water in a low moment. Lita couldn't ever know for sure whether he had acted the way he did in defense or her groundless insults or out of a strange, misguided sense of affection. But she'd let him have the win today. Even if he didn't know why or how, he'd earned it.
"Have consideration for everyone's eyesight next time you dress yourself," Lita says as she begins to walk away. "Or, at the very least, get a good woman to do it for you. Remember what I said about the charts, Dr. Whelan. See you around."
And, with a click of her heels and new spring in her step, Lita left Pete to his own devices. This interaction was just the sort of thing Savannah would laugh at upon hearing. Maybe...maybe Lita would call her tonight. She'd been holding out, out of sheer stubbornness but perhaps it was time to get over herself, if only for an evening. She missed her friend and had a lot to tell her... her strange but unexpectedly fruitful interaction with Pete as well as everything that has happened since the Annihilator had been killed.
Lita peers over her shoulder back at Pete. He was still the same guy Lita had hated on principle the moment she had met him, and yet...he'd changed somehow. It was a decidedly interesting turn of events and she couldn't wait to tell Savannah all about it.