[A figure lands behind Miles. A familiar figure in a red, white, and blue suit, hunkered down on one knee on a table. Spider-Man's hands move to his face, cupping his cheeks in awe as he looks down at Miles.]

You're who?!

No way, I just can't believe it!

[... Heya Miles. Peter is really just getting bad at introducing himself to familiar faces these days. Can't he have a little fun??? But then Peter's grinning under the mask, one part happy to recognize the kid — and one part already fretting about the fact that he's here, in the worst kind of town for a pleasant vacation.]

Having compulsions to yell things, huh?

Maybe we should get out of here before you go for round two.

[Not... that keeping secret identities around here ever works out.

But you know. Ease the kid into the situation.]