The cold coffee was almost gone - it wasn't the first cup of cold coffee Miguel had ever had, and he was fairly certain it was nowhere near being his last - when someone yelped his name. He glanced round in the direction of the yelping, and raised his own eyebrow when he saw... Spider-Man. Huh. Not the younger Peter who'd been his room-mate after he'd first arrived, either. This looked more like the Peter he'd swapped places with, and then they'd had to nip into the future to sort something out, ages ago.
"Parker?" he asked, "How long have you been here?"
Lyla stopped manifesting as Miguel drank the last mouthful of coffee before flipping down off the webline to land on his bare feet. He set the mug down on "his" table, and walked towards the other Spider. "Are you okay?"