[ The hand up is appreciated - and not only because his knees feel like they're mostly made of jello at the moment. The fact that Peter doesn't even hesitate before rushing back over to him, getting close enough to grab his hand and help him up... well it means a lot. Peter really isn't scared of him. Really doesn't find him disgusting. Those weren't just words - his actions show it, too. ]

No. It only went after you.

[ Even as Ben is following in the direction Peter takes, and keeping an ear out for more trouble, he speculates: ]

Maybe it... you smelled like a big spider? Or it could be a color thing? Can cows see color?

[ Ben is, as usual, wearing black and black and some more black for variety. It's possible that is a factor. Bulls chase after red, right? Was that a real thing or only a myth in cartoons?

Then, because he's still all full of adrenaline and trying to distract himself from what he'd just done, he asks: ]

How do you think it got like that, anyway? All... messed up, and ragey?