Peter's grip tightens, as does his jaw. He looks away, refusing to meet the gaze she can't quite bring to his eyes anyway. He doesn't like the suggestion, to say the least. Wishes she hadn't thought of it so he could pretend it never would have occurred to him, either. If anyone who got out ahead of them had any sense, they'll get to the bridge to find it's already taken out, because it's a sound plan. Logical. Better to cut out the tumor that is undead Manhattan, sacrifice whoever's still alive and trapped on the island rather than infect the mainland along with it.

"We'd better hope you are the first person to think of that one," he says darkly, unwilling to voice a decision.