[ His question makes her purse her lips a little as she similarly pulls away and turns to face forward. The last two months were just dandy, Kasumi thinks, considering she spent most of it in hiding and distracting herself with jobs to keep from constantly wondering if a certain someone was doing alright. When she answers, her voice is a little flat. ]

Oh, I've been great. Just peachy.

[ And then she's rubbing her temples and sighing, because Peter totally didn't deserve that and she's immediately regretting saying it like that. Sure, the last few months have been rough on her, but there's no arguing the fact that they must have been significantly harder on Peter. The bruises, cuts, scabs, and eventual scars on his face and pretty much anywhere else on his body that she can see only serve to prove that. ]

I'm sorry. Look, Peter, I-- [ She makes an effort to keep her voice especially low and quiet. ] I really think this is your chance to get away. You can't keep on like this forever. The Guardians need you--I need you. It's actually embarrassing how much I need you.

[ It's somewhat of a heartfelt moment for her, but as much as she'd like to bask in it, it's not the time or place. Kasumi takes a quick glance over at the Ravagers just to make sure they haven't started suspecting anything. If she'd known about this before hand, she might have come more prepared with, say, something to make the Ravagers black out for a bit while she escaped with Peter. She wonders, for a moment, how much more alcohol the hooligans might need to get to that level without extra help from substances. ]