Patch doesn't half-ass anything. She full-asses it. Always. In this case, she might have one-and-three-quarters-assed it, and she's not at all upset at being bested by his invention. "Look, there's skill, which is different than intelligence. Being skilled doesn't necessarily mean being smart. One is not more valuable than the other, but it's different. Just take the compliment, kid-o."

She goes back to re-purposing the tool belt to hold her guns and additional clips of ammo, but Peter has retained a little bit of her focus. Is it the normal teenage awkwardness? That feeling of your skin now quite fitting, of the hole you're meant to fill in the world being an ever so slightly different shape than you?