"Prepare yourselves, the bells have tolled! Shelter the weak, the young and the old! Piotr has come for me!"
Peter was still looking down at her, and he was already starting to wonder just how nutty this young lady was being. She must have had some pretty impressive abilities, Peter told himself, If Scott is so willing to put up with her.
"Make me. I am no object to be claimed by just anyone, and I know no cyclops and no Gods"
Peter looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. She was kidding. She had to be. Cyclops would have never sent him to kidnap someone against their will. Or was this like they used to do back in the day with young mutants? They'd visit them and try to convince them to join the X-Men or whatever group Scott was in now. If it wasn't that, then the only possibility was that she was kidding around. Wonderful. As if Peter didn't have enough to catch up on already.
She finally sat up, and seemed to be at least willing to listen to reason at long last.
"And how would we get there?"
"You won't get me to fly coach"
Peter took a breath in through his nose, his mouth clamped shut so that he didn't say something that a drill instructor might say. Instead, he took what looked like a small key-chain out of his pocket, and hit a button. Not fifty meters away, the air seemed to shimmer, and the cloaking device of the x-jet gave way, showing this young lady exactly how Peter had arrived, and how he intended to spirit her to their destination.
"It is not business class, but it will do, no?"