"Oh right, right sure." He agreed with a huff when she said that they'd paid for a cup of coffee before they'd stolen the very machine she was using to make them a cup now. "I mean I think things being what they are gives us licence to be a little more lax with our usual code of conduct, but did it - was it weird?" He wondered, stealing rather than you know stopping a theft. Peter might have been out of the game for a little while but he couldn't imagine that theft came easily to anyone who normally spent their time stopping bad guys. And well a coffee machine wasn't exactly the sort of thing you could slip into your pocket and casually stroll out the door either. It had to have attracted some attention.
Yeah, he wasn't the only one who had people, he should probably remember that. It was easy to focus on that, on the desire to get back to MJ but they all had someone. "No I get it, it's a lot." He agreed, all of this finding yourself in a place you couldn't explain, with people you didn't really know but felt like maybe you should, without the first clue as to how to get back. Yeah maybe he should be a little bit more aware when talking to people. "I don't either," He agreed and then shrugged when she asked if he knew how they got where they were. "I have a guess about how I ended up here, but I don't think that guess is enough to cover everyone, and I don't know that I'm special enough to have my own private entry into this place while everyone else was dragged in under different means." He'd heard different ideas and suggestions of what had happened to wind them all here in this place, but as far as Peter was concerned he hadn't heard any definitive answer yet.
"Thanks," He took the mug she offered him and just breathed it in for a minute thinking about this situation it was - well it was a mess really and talking about it didn't seem to do much more than set people on edge, whether it was because they were trying to just not think about it or they couldn't think of anything else.
He clinked his cup with hers and took a long sip and felt like all his worries just kind of seeped out of him for a second, like the rest of it didn't matter and there was just this. "Oh man, I missed this." He said after a moment. "I used to drink my morning cup up on top of the Empire State Building with the paper, it was the best." He'd forgotten how good that had been, to just be above it all for a little while, nothing but his coffee and a chance to catch up on a little news. There wasn't anything like that here. "I miss the height," He admitted.