Peter's still looking at his hand off and on, grimacing at it and looking away. It looks awful but at least it'll heal up completely in the next few hours.

"That's fair." He can't help but laugh at her comment. "But I won't bleed to death-in a few hours you won't even be able to tell what happened-and the bite's not that bad, I don't think. Not bad enough to-" He shudders again.

"When I was little, I was in and out of the hospital-ER-Emergency Room-Doctor's" He searches for a word she might recognize. "-so much and I was always getting poked and prodded with some kind of needle on account of being like... borderline unhealthy. A nurse comes at you with a needle like this big-" he indicates about four inches with his fingers. "-when you're like four you're pretty much done with needles your entire life."