[ He is worried about a lot of people here, but the young teens worry him the most, and Ziggy is at the top of that list, right next to Edward. ]

Pot. [ Peter says, pointing at her. And then he points at himself with a; ] Kettle. [ They both look like shit, it's inevitable. But he would like it if he could make her stop feeling that way. ] And excuse you, I always look fabulous. I know how to rock the roguish-look. 

[ Peter tries to get a good look at her eyes as he speaks, checking for a concussion. The pupils look normal, but Ziggy fainting isn't a good sign. ] I'll pick you up and get you somewhere with shade. Can you wrap your arms around my neck?