She cracks open an eyelid and is immediately filled with relief over recognizing the surroundings. So Peter found her. PETER! She sat up and then regretted that in a flash, lying back down as all the cuts and bruises woke up. The padding in her Cat suit was worth every penny and she'd wear it every day, she swore mentally.
She turned to see Peter with the tea and smiled, thank god the asshole didn't get to him. "Hey, it's the friendly neighborhood nurseman," she offered and pouted. "Weak I know. I'm on some great painkillers, and not everyone is as quippy as you."