Peter had heard him, showing that he wasn't ignoring his friend. "Heh... Before I showed up here, he was God Emperor of everything. Then Reed stomped him out of that, then he became Iron Man, After Tony was killed.. Before he came back." That was a whirlwind of a few months.
"Ah, alright, a younger version of me. Yeah, I'm in my thirties. Any kind of root beer works for me, Lyla. I was kidding about the Space thing.." Apparently Lyla was going to have to get used to his sense of humor.
Peter's eyes widened when the map came up. To say he was astonished would be an understatement. Looking around it, he didn't recognize any of the stars in the area. Nor the wrongly colored gas giant. Peter listened to his friend. This... It was all overwhelming. "I... I can deal with not everyone being human. I'm used to that. But.. H-holy crap... Miguel... Where the hell are we? I... I don't recognize any of these stars..."
"I think I may need to join you with that coffee." He paused for a moment. "... And maybe a big swig of bourbon." Though Peter didn't drink, right now, he felt like he needed it. "Is.... Is there anyone else here I may know of?"