[Good news for her, Peter wasn't the type to lie or make promises he didn't fully intend on keeping. At her discouragement, he reaches forward to wrap his other hand around her upper arm gently.]

Trust me, I do.

[He presses seriously.]

If one of those bastards tries anything, I've got ways of stopping them.

[A thoughtful pause and then a shrug.]

And if all else fails, we can probably get like six hundred grenades out of those closets, right?

[That's a joke. Mostly.]