"Save your breath, kid. I don't think she can hear you. Even if she could, she's middle management. I'm pretty sure she'd welcome whatever whoever that is would do to her."

Peter does not like the look of those eggs. He knows his classic sci-fi, and even if he's wrong about what that egg is, creepy alien eggs are never good things. The Broods were a thing after all, even if he wished they weren't.

Rictor's reaction is just slightly more interesting than the eggs at the moment, though. If he's right, and he's pretty sure he is, the guy might be from his universe. Or at least a vaguely similar one, given the whole being currently stuck in an alternate universe thing.

He hoped it wasn't one where he was evil. That would be incredibly awkward.

"So, question. And I might be completely off-base here, but does the word X-Men mean anything to you? X-Force? X-Factor? I'll even take X-Statix at this point, but I can't promise I'll be happy about it."

Honestly, bringing any that up was probably going to end up forcing him into a conversation about his secret identity way sooner than he'd hoped. That conversation was going to happen no matter what he did, though. He'd prepared for it, at least. Sort of.