[ she isn't sure if she's disappointed or not that he isn't the same peter she's met before. after all, it isn't as if they were close; the first time they met, they were on opposite sides of the fight, and since then, it's only been shared assistance on the battlefield, so it's not as though she'd feel any more familiar with him than she is right now, with this stranger that still seems to know her too. ]

Well, at least, some things stay the same. [ though she wonders if height is all that's consistent. does she have her own westview in his world too?

she manages something of a small smile, just in the relief that that's all he focuses on. most people see other things when they look at her. ]

Sorry if I — [ bothered you? ] I keep seeing people I should know, but ... everyone's from a different world. It makes it hard to know who I'm okay to talk to.