He knows she didn't, but it hadn't been something he'd been planning on pointing out (unless push came to shove and she'd chosen not to introduce herself after all of that). Polite society and all that, y'know? And speaking of, Peter's more than glad for them to move away from discussing Earth's demise. He may not be overly fond of the planet, but that doesn't mean he wants to see it destroyed.

"Since I was thirteen", he confirms. Sure, four years in a Chitauri prison is kind of stretching the definition of ""being"" ""in space"" but — semantics. At this point, he's spent more of his life in space than he has on Earth. "Oh, man, space is full of so much—". Pause. "Life." He waves a hand. "Aliens. Non-humans." But also, weirdly, a lot of humans. "Lucky for you, there's no 'could be' about it."

"Humans are kind of looked at like the annoying mosquitoes of the galaxy."