Peter's mostly making a beeline, if one he's trying to make relatively stealthy. He doesn't know the first thing about sneaking, though (alright, he knows not to deliberately make a bunch of noise, but he doesn't know the second thing about it), and his breathing and footsteps are probably loud enough to alert anyone or anything paying the slightest bit of attention nearby.

The question catches him off guard, and he turns to look at her in utter confusion for a moment until it clicks in his head. "No," he says. "God, no. Whoever they...were, it wasn't anyone I knew."

But isn't that a comforting line of thought?