Never has Peter's tendency to think out loud made him happier to hear. It's familiar in a strange place, but more than that it's the simple reassurance that there's someone here who can be trusted.

"Never met him," he says as he steps into the light, smoking like a chimney. Dismissive though he is, there's a levity to his voice that wasn't there before certainty set in. The memory of more lifetimes together than you can beat with a time-bat just makes you comfortable with a guy.

"Waitin' for me, eh? I'm touched."

He knocks his hat back a bit to look down at the city below them.

"You were holed up in that hotel, weren'tcha? I thought I caught wind of you once or twice. You get dropped here in the city or some place else?"