The goat in question puts her front hooves up on the wall, apparently not ready to commit herself to anything as strenuous as climbing or jumping it. She spares only an aggravated sigh and a head waggle in lieu of an eye roll for the stranger who's decided to interject herself into private matters.

"Is that thing yours?" Peter calls back to the young woman, ignoring what she's said in favor of hoping he's found the owner of the freaky talking goat and it can stop being his problem.

"The answer's no, obviously, but go ahead and fucking leave if you're going to be a dick about it," says the goat, attention back on Peter despite not being able to see any more of him than the top of his head thanks to the wall. "See if I even care."