Peter followed Fitz's gesture to the mostly empty desk and walks over to it. Weirdly enough, it was a bit drafty, and he looked up to make sure he wasn't standing underneath a vent or something.

"Great, this'll work just fine." There were some cabinets next to the desk that he automatically opened, taking out a few containers that would work for making the fluid. He had already seen the supplies nearby, and would go over to those next. Even if he didn't have any plans, he'd memorized the formula ages ago. He could make webbing in his sleep.

"Ice powers, I'm guessing," he says, to try and keep up the conversation with Fitz, such as it was. "At least you don't have to worry about me making it too spidery in here."