"No, you're right. If he were here, he'd be all like: 'I am Doom, and now: This Station Belongs to Doom!'" Peter smirked a little as he spoke in a mocking tone towards the monarch, slipping off his mask. "Then we'd probably have to kick him in the face a bunch."
Peter took a step back. He knew of Lyla, but not in this form, his eyebrow twitched a little. "Uh... Hi Lyla. Older? Thanks. Like I needed to be reminded." Peter spoke with a laugh at her mention of his age. He thought for a moment with her questions. "Uhm, I don't think I can answer that at the moment? Do you have Space Root Beer? Space Root Beer sounds awesome.." Peter did his best to deflect his worries by joking about.
But that, was soon turned again when he heard Miguel spoke. "Yes, I would! Please, tell me everything you know or.. Uh... What you want to tell me?" It was a complete turn from how he was before, still, though, he showed remorse from his earlier action.