Peter had just got out of the shower when he heard the knock on the door. He didn't want to leave whoever it was waiting, since Chris was out for a few minutes, so he just pulled on a pair of jeans and dried his hair with a towel as he walked through the apartment to the door. Opening it, he stared for a moment, trying to figure out who the girl was. He didn't know her, but she might have been a friend of Chris's. He felt embarrassed, and wished he'd taken the time to grab a shirt. He'd figured it was Claire, so he hadn't bothered. She was family, and she didn't care. She'd seen him dead and covered with blood, so really, shirtless was minor in comparison.
But...this wasn't Claire. So...wow. Awkward. "Uh...hi," he said. "Can I help you?"