(At this rate, Jinx spends no effort to climb to Peter's window. It's muscle memory, and she opens it with no issues, he probably expects it? She hopes, anyway. He's... Asleep? So late? Strange, but no biggie, because she has new blueprints for his web bombs, and she sits on his bed with it spread out on her lap.)

Peter, wake up. I think we got a breakthrough — maybe, with some chemtech here and there, we can actually make this work with the stuff we salvaged from the junkyard. Come on, we got stuff.