𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛-𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍.

[She offers a small shrug, seeming a little closed-off. Like maybe she's nervous to continue this conversation — or at least battles herself on it. It's hard to consider the fact that she'd be starting from zero with Peter; she'd cared about him a lot. And he cared about her. At least, enough that he'd give her a collapsible space mask like his — and leave her a jetpack before he went. One she's got even now, carefully tucked away in her qiankun bag.]

It's like Ziggy Stardust.

I mean, my nickname's Ziggy. Stardust came naturally.

[She drops her arms at her sides. Relenting, a little.]

Would that bother you? What if I was an alternate-universe-you?

[Sure, she isn't. But it's a thought.]