Peter had been headed for the bridge, but studying his map when the familiar scent hit him, right before the familiar voice...the familiar voice calling his name, in recognition.

His head snapped up as he pivoted toward her and smiled when he saw her in something near relief, though he'd deny it til his dying day.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I thought this was going to be another 'round of 'no, really, you only think you know me,' with random people from home..."