Peter poked Claire in the back sharply as he let the invisibility drop away. He had arrived about the same time as Claire, but five years of caution couldn't be denied. He walked the perimeter, invisible as not to bother the others, but once he was certain they were safe and secure, he'd wandered back in time to hear Claire's dorkification of him.
"It's alright," he said, grinning and stepping back to stand beside Mirta. "I'd rather be a dork than a brat." He glanced at Sam and Anakin. "Watch out for her, you two. She's as bratty as they come."