Imagine Peter's surprise when this glowing lady comes-a trundling into his web hallway. He realizes, maybe a little too late, just how fucked up and creepy this must look. And how awkward he must look, standing there and staring at her like a deer caught in headlights. He stops fiddling with his webs and turns to face her, hand up in sort of a whoa buddy let's chill sort of way.

"H-hi, sorry, these are, uh. These are mine. I-I mean, they're not real, that would... that would be weird."

As if it isn't weird anyway.