Peter couldn't argue with her there. Aunt May and Uncle Ben had been the best of the best. Her father, on the other hand..."I wouldn't make any comparisons between the people who raised me and your father." They had clearly been brought up in two different worlds. That still didn't make what Felicia chose to do during her free time okay. It wasn't okay. Spider-Man was just as capable of getting away with burglaries and heists - something that a guy like Peter, who wasn't exactly in the most financially stable of environments could have easily given into for money. Instead, he went on about life the hard way. If someone as simple as he could accomplish as much, why couldn't she? Why did she have to be so complex and confusing?
A pet dinosaur. Peter was really going to have to talk to someone about that. The girl. If anything, he kind of wanted to see it. That mostly depended on whether or not he'd lose a limb. He might have been Spider-Man, but he only had two arms and legs. Not eight.
"To everyone." He shot her a warning look. She was just picking at all the wrong nerves tonight, wasn't she? "We need to work on how to get out of here. This time wasting thing we're doing isn't going to help us solve anything."