It's not at all offensive to Prometheus. He even smiles a little at the thought of it. "You come from a wise race of people, Peter. And you're right, they are not the same as my pantheon. It is unfair of me to judge them based on the pettiness of my cousins. I do think that it's better for gods to not interfere so much in the affairs of mortals, based on my personal experience."

He gives Peter a sympathetic look. Anyone stuck in the Nexus will need to do their best until the storm breaks. Prometheus will make sure he doesn't get lost in the shuffle. He tucks up his collar, then gives Peter a mini-salute before heading off to the line of torches, keeping an eye out for trouble until Peter is ready to return to the café.