[ He visibly hesitates, what with years and years of adults telling him "don't talk to strangers unless they're policemen" running through his head. But this lady seems nice? And she wasn't angry about his barreling into her. And maybe she could help him figure out where he was and what was going on?
(And if worst came to worst, he would just run. Peter's always been a fast runner.)
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(And if worst came to worst, he would just run. Peter's always been a fast runner.)
So he slowly nods, chewing on his lower lip. ]
... Okay. If you don't mind, I mean.
[ He pauses, then adds as an afterthought, ]
I'm Peter.