Peter went right ahead and rolled his eyes. "Please tell me she's at least calmed down a bit? Not still breaking into song? I know the place has got to be clean. And that was a bit creepy, if you ask me."
He glanced down at his blood-soaked clothes and scowled. At least the black coat covered the worst of it, and you couldn't see the drying bloodstains on the black denim. It helped.