Peter doesn't think that they're gonna give him much slack or time on this one, so he sticks close to Flynn.

"...yeah." He tries to offer a smile, at least. He looks over at where Jacob's sliding into the pilot's seat and starting pre-flight checks, and back over to Flynn.

"You know I'm...actually really good at flying alien spaceships, what if maybe I--"

"No." Jacob whirls around, if Flynn's picking up on his emotional state it's a big ol' N O. "I'm flyin' us back home."

Sorry, Jones, his UFO licence is still in effect.