Peter can't help but look just a bit grim at that. Even if it is a joke. And a joke that Peter could have made himself, if things were the other way around.

Buuut at the moment, he's a bit sensitive.

He smiles, thin-lipped.

"Cool. Thanks." He runs a hand through his hair. "So - uh. Guess I'll see you around.

"Not in the sickbay," he adds.