"Okay, Siren Amara, just an fyi," Peter starts, taking the offered hand to get up, then stepping away as he puts his palms to his lower back, arching and cracking his spine with a little grunt on each twist. "It's not 'Flying Spiderant Person'. That's a mouthful. It's Spider-Man. Spidey if you're a friend, I guess. And for another, I can keep myself safe. Shocking, I know, but I'm pretty used to it by now."

Squinting at the tentacle, Peter rubs his chin for a moment in thought. "There's no point just attacking one limb. We need to see that thing's body. I can try getting it out and give you a chance to go for the body..."