Peter came to a halt in front of the stranger, looking him up and down. He couldn’t quite hold back an edge of a rakish grin - what could he say? The man was attractive. A bit scruffy, a little tired, clear blue eyes troubled, but fuck, that mouth. The stranger’s features were handsome under the dust, and the old fashioned clothes rather suited him. Perhaps Peter should have tried to be more serious - he knew nothing of this man. Still, he couldn’t help giving him appreciative once-over.
…Maybe a twice-over. Maybe.
“Yeah,” he said in response to the question. “Yeah, I got fucking kidnapped earlier today.” His voice was cheerful, in a mocking way. He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes a bit. “So are you one of the fucking kidnappers? Or are you like me?” Whether the man was in on all this or another victim, going by his question and his clothes he seemed to have been here longer than Peter had at any rate. After a beat, Peter added, “You know anything more than the basics about what the fuck is going on?”