( Peter realises he may have made a mistake when the woman turns her attention on him, because she has the kind of sharp, penetrating stare that he's only seen in people who murder other people for a living. It's kind of chilling, actually, because her expression is juxtaposed with what Peter thinks must be a joke, but what he can't figure out is whether he's supposed to laugh or not.

Which explains his slightly constipated smile. )

I guess so. People are always gonna have to eat, right?

( So maybe she's right about the cold cuts. Her tone brokers no refusal when she jerks her head with that "come on", either, so Peter just mentally shrugs and follows along until they're in step with one another. )

... I'm Peter.

( This time when he smiles it's a little less pained, and a little more open. )

Peter Parker.