At first sight, Peter doesn't look like he's changed at all. He's pale, sure, but he's been pale for years -- it's kind of part of his theme, and he has the sense to buy and use sunblock for appearance's sake if not for his health. Something's just a little...off, though. Something feels off, too, but he can't put his finger on it, vaguely familiar and discomfiting though it is. Of course, he doesn't realize that he shouldn't see so well in the dim light as he does, or that his heart has stopped beating, or that a smile would reveal teeth just a bit too long and pointed to belong to a human.

"No," he says sourly to himself (or perhaps to the rift), looking down at the steep slide opening up in front of him, then back at the corridor behind. "Fuck -- I'm not doing this tonight. I'm fucking tired, alright??