[It's more an amused remark than anything, weary but interested. He'd come through the door, and thus hadn't scared her half out of her mind, so she'll accept that bit of wall-crawling. She's a little more beaten and battered than the last time Peter had seen her: a patch covered her eye, and a nasty scar extends from the bottom of it down her face, her neck . . .
Maybe that's why she used text.]
How is it you're doing that, exactly?
[She comes to stand as close to him as she can-- which, given how he's positioned, more or less means she's under him, but whatever. She's not reaching, just . . . studying.]
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[It's more an amused remark than anything, weary but interested. He'd come through the door, and thus hadn't scared her half out of her mind, so she'll accept that bit of wall-crawling. She's a little more beaten and battered than the last time Peter had seen her: a patch covered her eye, and a nasty scar extends from the bottom of it down her face, her neck . . .
Maybe that's why she used text.]
How is it you're doing that, exactly?
[She comes to stand as close to him as she can-- which, given how he's positioned, more or less means she's under him, but whatever. She's not reaching, just . . . studying.]