Once the room stops hissing liquid at their suits Drake's trying to get his gear off, too, fumbling with the seal on his helmet for a moment before it releases and he can close the remaining distance.

Freaking out is absolutely a valid life choice here, it's okay Peter. Drake may be reaching for calm for his younger friend's sake, but he's definitely just as disturbed.

"I thought I was used to body horror, but that was on another level, yeah. Poor Joe. Whatever happened to him..." Drake actually shudders, then, and tries to cover it by peeling back the thick material of his suit. He doesn't want to think about it, but he has to. "I think he was holding back whatever was inside him, so we could get away."