[Peter had been sitting across from her at the table, in the middle of a scientific diatribe about the complexities of a non-fatal web bomb and the specifications on which the webbing inside would properly deploy, when someone wanders in from the back of the booths. And then Jinx kicks him in the shin — which, super strength or not, still kinda hurts! Especially when the person likes to have metal at the end of their boots. He lets out a soft ow! and leans his chin into the surface of the table so he can reach his leg to rub it.]

Heyyyuuh! Hello! Mr... Jinx's Dad.

[He holds up a hand, waves weakly. This is the guy who had a knife in his hand in Jinx's memory, and had looked... really shady. Hadn't she mentioned he was involved in the revolt on the train? That checks out, too, especially with his... uh... stature...]

I'm. Peter Parker. I was just explaining — bath bombs.

You ever hear about bath bombs? [He looks between Silco and Jinx, straightening up a little with newfound confidence.] They're super relaxing. And super easy to make with a little basic chemistry.