[Peter seems entirely unphased by her state of dress. She's sick, okay. Honestly, he'd actually be a little surprised at anything else. He steps into her place with a shrug of his shoulders.]

I'll be fine. You, on the other hand, need a friend to look after you. I brought food, alcohol, and bad movies.

[His gaze flicks to the shelf, arching an eyebrow.] You got a cat?