[ When she moves, he offers a brief nod of thanks before fishing out-- a flashlight.

Maya's crackling, blackish-purple light is only going to fly so far with him, okay.

He flicks it on, though, pointing it down into the bag and shifting it so she can take a look, as well. Looks like Peter didn't win knapsack bingo, since his first pack lacks any weapons. ]

Doesn't look like they expected us to be out here very long. [ He glances over at her, then, slowly, ] Don't suppose you could tell me what the hell's going on, could you?