[ Ben is not in a state right now where he can tell whether Peter genuinely thinks there might be some clues strewn around that will help them figure out who has been surveilling them, or whether Peter can tell he's silently freaking out and is just giving him a task to do. Either way, Ben nods, pulls the flashlight from his pocket, and begins a methodical investigation of the room itself. If it can be called that. Control center? Lair?
He is pretty sure he's not going to find anything after about the first twenty seconds of searching, but he keeps at it, looking for anything hidden in the walls - any cracks, anything that might be a hidden switch or who the hell knows. When the walls yield nothing, he moves on to the floor. It's pretty much just ... dirt. Not even any footprints he can make out distinctly. Ben crouches down to gently lift the smashed screen that Peter had thrown down, propping it against the wall so he can search underneath it - but all he feels (at least, at first) are broken bits of the screen itself.
Peter had shattered it, when he ripped it from the wall. The outburst was so... unlike him. So, even though Peter is still doing computer stuff or whatever, Ben manages to ask: ]
Are you. Okay?
[ The pointedness of him asking it after moving that screen is hard to miss. He keeps feeling around in the dirt for all the little fragments of plastic and other materials, gathering them up. Maybe they would be useful to Peter in the lab or who knows.
Just as he thinks he's gotten them all, Ben feels something else in the dirt. Something bigger. Lighter. He turns his attention to what he's doing, unearthing it and then brushing the dirt off with his palm, squinting at the photograph. ]
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He is pretty sure he's not going to find anything after about the first twenty seconds of searching, but he keeps at it, looking for anything hidden in the walls - any cracks, anything that might be a hidden switch or who the hell knows. When the walls yield nothing, he moves on to the floor. It's pretty much just ... dirt. Not even any footprints he can make out distinctly. Ben crouches down to gently lift the smashed screen that Peter had thrown down, propping it against the wall so he can search underneath it - but all he feels (at least, at first) are broken bits of the screen itself.
Peter had shattered it, when he ripped it from the wall. The outburst was so... unlike him. So, even though Peter is still doing computer stuff or whatever, Ben manages to ask: ]
Are you. Okay?
[ The pointedness of him asking it after moving that screen is hard to miss. He keeps feeling around in the dirt for all the little fragments of plastic and other materials, gathering them up. Maybe they would be useful to Peter in the lab or who knows.
Just as he thinks he's gotten them all, Ben feels something else in the dirt. Something bigger. Lighter. He turns his attention to what he's doing, unearthing it and then brushing the dirt off with his palm, squinting at the photograph. ]
There's a picture.