She sighs at the Spider-Martyr, knowing that look way too well. Maybe she should call in a favor, someone to help with the fighting part of Peter's crazy plan. Surely a techy suit of armor could hold up to that slimy creep.
"Ugh, can I take them back for a refund at least?" she whines, crossing her arms and sulking. Well crossing them as well as she could at the moment. She squawks in mock-outrage and tosses the nearest pillow at him. It misses terribly. "Insinuating a lady smells, how ungentlemanly. Just- just take back up. Don't go in alone."