Valentine would have been great at handling this situation, Peter thought, and then immediately berated himself. Valentine wasn't here, and under the circumstances, he'd been handling himself well enough.

That'd be reassuring next time Bean decided to fire insults his way.

"Okay," he said. Pictured himself reaching out and patting her on the shoulder like one of those stupidly awkward guys in the bad comedy films his father used to watch.

Yeah, no. She seemed to know what she needed, anyway.