Pete was having the same kind of deja vu, since that name sounded so familiar. Not that this was a new feeling for Pete, who had found that as he got older, he encountered more and more people who swore they knew him when he simply couldn't remember them. But this was different. He knew he should have recognized this name from somewhere, but he couldn't quite place it. Had he dated a Carlysle once? Worked with one? Maybe even been assigned to kill one? This was going to bother him now until he figured it out (or, more likely, invented a reason just so he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore).
He raised an eyebrow at Vanessa's apology, then shrugged. "You didn't inconvenience anything, love. Not your fault you fell down the stairs -- unless that was your way of getting my attention, in which case I'd like to point out that you could always just yell instead." Pete offered a slight grin. "Assuming you've not strained your voice from all the yelling earlier, of course."
Damn. This was really bothering him now. Maybe he was just going crazy, but she even kind of looked familiar, in the odd way that people do even when their appearance might have changed in the many years since one last saw them. Well, it was decided then. He had to find a way to keep her around at least for a little while, give him some time to figure out how he knew her.
"Sounded like a nice little row you had up there," he pointed out casually with a quick gesture to the ceiling. "Not that it's any of my business, but mind if I ask what that was all about? Rather made my movie choices pale in comparison, like," he added with a quiet laugh, waving the hand still holding the DVDs he'd finally decided on.