Well what did she expect. Somehow, Peter's not prepared to have a teenaged friend accost him in the form of a pinniped despite knowing full well that's the sort of thing Daine is liable to do. It's been a while since the two have talked, though, and he's had his mind on other matters, to say the least. He grips the paddle tighter for a moment until she clarifies the situation using her name, then feels foolish for not getting it the moment he heard her voice at all.

"Oh. Daine. Got something on your face," he informs her, making a gesture that encompasses her outlandish whiskers.