[ Peter rips into his own luggage, pulling out the digistruct and hefting it in his hands. It's light, and as cool as he thinks the tech is, it's still no replacement for the reassuring weight of his blasters at his hips. The digistruct also holds his jet-boot attachments and the trigger for his helmet, as well as various gadgets he thought he might need, but he'd much rather be holding any of them than have them secreted away in some device.
Nonetheless, he follows suit, tucking the device behind him and carefully covering it with his shirt and jacket (a plain brown one, not his signature red leather coat). He moves the contents of his suitcase around to cover the rip in the lining, just in case.
He pauses at the door to take a breath, but by the time he's opening it and stepping out, he has that sort of far-off expression on his face again. He turns back, holding out his hand to her. ]
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Nonetheless, he follows suit, tucking the device behind him and carefully covering it with his shirt and jacket (a plain brown one, not his signature red leather coat). He moves the contents of his suitcase around to cover the rip in the lining, just in case.
He pauses at the door to take a breath, but by the time he's opening it and stepping out, he has that sort of far-off expression on his face again. He turns back, holding out his hand to her. ]
Hope I didn't make us late.