[ When she pulls away, Peter takes that as his cue to let his own hand fall into his lap. He waits for her, lets her puzzle it out, and when she finally seems to have it sorted, he nods. ]

That's the gist of it, yeah.

[ Dryly, with a faint sort of smile. ]

You guys didn't answer us when we tried calling, yesterday. We tried all night to get in touch, and for a little while, we seriously thought you guys were in trouble or, worse, dead. Then Rocket trudges in earlier today, hungover as hell, with no idea where you were, and then it's a mad scramble to figure out where you ended up.

So— yeah. I was worried.