"Looks like I have a new prospective career then. The two of you better watch out next time I serve tea!"
Spider-Man followed to the larger room, his mask hiding the look of concern on his face at Felicia's condition, but his body language made it obvious enough. "Sanity check? Never done one, or if I have I've failed and nobody told me." He crossed his arms and got more serious at the thought of needing to get Brock. "The expected really, lure him out and set up some kind of sonic attack to get that symbiote off him and contain it. Brock without that symbiote isn't a worry, but with it..." He didn't need to tell Felicia what that thing did to people. She'd seen it first hand.