"Not a dratted thing," Peter said, relaxing a little more. If there was going to be an attack it surely would have come by now. "Not that that's unusual." He shrugged. "I don't mind. It's... sort of nice out here, anyway." He unconsciously drew a circle in the sand with his foot. "Not so many people," he added. "Not that - I mean, not that I mind - " he swallowed. Foot in mouth, as usual.