Peter thinks, trying to visualize the Rebel symbol in his head. He thinks he remembers it well enough.

"Okay," he says. "This one will be yours." Peter starts to cut out the shape from memory, trying to give it just enough space so that when it expands it won't just expand into the other parts.

"I'm pretty --" he says, pausing as he makes the first notch at the symbol's upper center. "-- I'm pretty sure Ms. Rasputin wouldn't eat anything I made for her anyway."