Suddenly being addressed like he was in the cafeteria sitting down to a meal rather than washing off his naked body was, to say the least, still a startling thing to go through for Peter. He'd always tried to avoid this kind of stuff back during gym activities back in high school, after all.

And really, he did his best not to think too hard on those four years of his teenage life.

He just wasn't the sort of person who could be rude, though, and so after a pause he turned to the person who'd spoken up. What he saw was a man with pale blond hair and a whole plethora of injuries. What stood out most was the patch over his eye. While it could be due to something as simple as eye strain, Peter couldn't help but wonder if it was worse than that. In fact, the nurse in him was more or less itching to see to the man's wounds, and when looking at someone else's body from that perspective, he wasn't awkward at all.

"Uhh, fine," he said when he realized that he hadn't even replied to the man's greeting yet. He angled his shoulders under the shower head to wash the soap off of them and tried not to be too obvious about cataloging the stranger's wounds.

"Are you... all right?" he asked after a pause. It might not have been the smoothest way to check, but it wasn't something he could ignore either.