Peter Bono | OTA (multiples welcome!)
Aliens. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. Just what Peter needed with a throbbing headache and the events of the night before still foggy in his mind. But he didn't have time to deal with any of that, or the quite frankly obscene amount of polyester he was currently wearing or the fake mustache and instead he was going to do what he did best, regardless of his lack of suit.
Thankfully he didn't go anywhere without the webshooters these days, the suit had been hanging since he arrived, but the webshooters? Those were a constant.
So he was able to practically lasso a couple of tourists and pull them out of the way of falling debris. "Get out of the way you guys come on!" He shouted. "Find some cover! This isn't a drill." Sure he got a couple of looks, no doubt because of his get up, but the reality of the situation seemed to be settling in on a lot of them and Peter could focus on dealing with the matter at hand.