[his face falls at the revelation that he's been dropped rather far from the safehouse. it's probably a necessary precaution, intended to ensure that no one discovers the location and goes snooping about, endangering all who are seeking refuge there. peter stares at his feet, the ill-fitting shoes he was given seeming even more uncomfortable by the second.]

Air taxi's probably a good idea. After a big meal, who wants to go jostling it around with a long walk across town? Not me.

[there's also the fact that the higher vantage point might serve a bigger purpose even though he's not sure that he'll be able to do the whole vigilante thing. it's kind of the exact opposite of lying low and blending in, after all. it's all very if you give a mouse a cookie, but alex did offer, so peter doesn't feel too bad about asking for that one more thing...]

But if we can make a little pit stop for something a little less escaped from the hospital, I'd appreciate it.