It was time for a break. Peter had had a long morning, beginning with finding a young girl asleep in the Chapel. He had let her sleep -- after all, there was no harm in it, and she certainly was in no one's way. It was unusual, but not at all strange: strange was for much later in the day, when the sun had finally risen and crew and passengers alike noticed the missing passengers.
Since then, the Chapel had been moderately busy, as all places of worship were during times of crisis. People wanted answers and comfort, and Peter didn't hold it against them. While he had no answers to give, he could certainly attempt to provide comfort.
The Unknown, however, was proving to be a frightening thing...
At about 10, Peter found himself alone in the Chapel at last. Having missed breakfast, he decided a snack would not be amiss. He left a note, just in case, then made his way towards Cyamites for a snack.
Steaming coffee in one hand and a cinnamon roll in the other (his doctor would probably have a heart attack to see him now), Peter hesitated in the center of the cafe, looking for a table. Still, even this small meal was balanced neatly on a tray so that he could continue to use his cane. Use it he did and heavily.