[ This wasn't cool. By not cool, she meant that the idea of a sorta maybe terrorist attack under her watch was hitting the peak of annoyance at the moment. Because she should have stopped it — and yes, there was literally no one she actually could have considered there was a complete lack of warning and she wasn't even anywhere near the blast to begin with, but as Olympia's current resident superhero slash detective (self-proclaimed), she should have been able to figure something out.

But it's not too late, right? People were sick, yes, but they weren't dead or dying, not yet, and with attacks like this, there was always more to come. Which meant being able to stop anymore from happening. ]

I need you. You're the only one who could help me. And, uh, by only, I mean that pretty literally cause most of my friends are pulling the sly-kid-on-a-school-morning card and laying sickly in bed or are already on some wild man hunt for whoever else is causing trouble.

[ Finding herself in front of Peter's door wouldn't have been her first choice, but it's where she ended up, a bit more on a "just move where your feet take you" kick than coming up with any real solid plan.

Bringing her palms together, she holds them up in front of her in a plea. ] I could use an extra pair of ears on this to dig up some dirt and you're a pretty smart guy from what I know about you. I think you'd be ace sidekick material on this.