Getting to know Wichita, at least somewhat, had been a nice way to end the day. The girl seemed capable enough to handle herself, and yet Peter still couldn't stop himself from worrying. He blamed it on Claire, since it was due to her that he'd gained this protectiveness over teenage girls.

Claire was the one who he wanted to make sure to watch over this night, though, and so after saying his goodbyes to Wichita, Peter got off of the bus and quickly hurried inside with a soldier-nurse (this whole dress-up thing was too weird) walking just ahead of him. It was only the suggestion of an escort, seeing how he knew his way around pretty well by now.

As he had already planned, dinner would be used to pack his new duffel bag with all of his medical supplies. Peter realized that he should get some food down first, since it had been a while since lunch time, but lamb curry wasn't his favorite and so he was only planning to eat a few bites. Still, he made sure that his bag was safe before he sat down, finding it set neatly next to that metal box that held the rest of his supplies.

"Good," he said to himself before moving back over to his desk. He wasn't sure that he and Sam were going to have a lot to discuss when they had just seen each other earlier that day, but he was sure they would find something. Peter didn't think that he'd yet had a moment where he couldn't think of something to talk about with his roommate, actually. He didn't see why that would change now.

But Sam seemed to be a bit delayed getting off the bus, and so Peter started in on his food, aiming to get it out of the way quickly.