"Thank you for your help, Lyla," Peter said, grinning a little gormlessly as she laid her skirt down flatter. She was so cute. And looked so human despite the odd golden glow about her cheeks. He thought about Karen and how her voice had helped him find his own way in crisis. He missed Karen; she hadn't been working since he'd got his suit back.
Miguel, on the other hand, was more of a mystery. Peter didn't like to pry because the last time he stuck his nose into someone else's business, a whole building had been brought down on top of him instead. He didn't seem like a threat or anything but better not to ask too many questions.
"You know how to build hardlight generators? That's awesome, you think I could swap you my webshooter blueprints and formula for a lesson in how to build one? The name is just so oxymoronic, right? Hardlight. It makes no sense, light is light."