Peter's hearing was working just fine, and he turned his head toward the sound of his name. The girl who stood there staring at him in horror wasn't anyone he knew, though something vaguely familiar had him narrowing his gaze. With a shrug, he detoured, moving to her with a lazy grace, stopping only when he got close enough to be uncomfortable.

Then, he tilted his head, studying her like she was some fascinating soecimen, from head to toe and back up again, where he fixed ice blue eyes on her. "I'm afraid you gave me at a disadvantage," he remarked, almost conversationally. "Who the hell are you?"