[ He winces. Yeah, the whole Lord of the Flies angle definitely makes sense. Toss in a couple weapons to sow chaos, kill or be killed, blah, blah, blah. Peter would much rather talk his way out of a sticky situation, if it's all the same.

Not that he'd be able to talk down, like, a man-eating panther or anything, given their current locale. The trees and the bushes and everything is sort of familiar in a way it hasn't been in a long time. He feels like this is the kind of shit he saw in movies and TV when he was a kid. He decides it's best to keep that little revelation to himself. ]

The whistle is for drawing attention. Like-- [ He whistles. ] "Mayday, mayday, I'm being attacked, and they didn't give me a friggin' knife to defend myself."