[ He's hissing Maya, wait as she's moving, but he's too late to stop her from slamming the door wide open, before they can form a plan of attack, and so both of his blasters are in his hands as she steps out.

Once Maya gets the first guy in a phaselock, Peter guesses that their plan of attack is just attack.

At her suggestion (it sounds a bit like a command, really), he nods, more for his own benefit than Maya's, seeing as how she's not looking at him. ]

Check on the girl, would you?

[ He does his best to ignore the smell, does his best to ignore the crumpled heap of what used to be a person (also? holy fuck.), and steps toward the younger man. Despite the situation, despite the smell of burnt flesh and ozone, despite the sound of sizzling and bubbling and whimpering as the man realizes how fucked he truly is, Peter smiles while keeping both blasters trained on the guy. ]

Hi there. We just wanna talk. [ A beat, then, ] Actually, I wanna talk. I'm pretty sure my gorgeous girlfriend over here just wants to kill you, but she was nice enough to let you live. So, hey, you tell us what the fuck is going on in this shithole, and we'll totally get out of your hair.