Peter blinked when the woman appeared next to him, dropping into the seat beside him. Sitting up straight, the male glanced around quickly, but realized it was probably fine. There was no spidey sense tingling and she seemed friendly enough. Pushing to sit up a bit more, he nodded his head and shrugged, "Uh... no. No."
Peter rubbed at his legs some and looked at her, brow turning up, "It isn't, you're right. It's very... safe here. That's bad, right? Saying that? Being bored and basically meaning because it's safe?"
The 28 year old just frowned, looking out with hazel eyes at the dusky night and just huffed, "It is bad. I should absolutely not be bored because it's slow, and quiet, and safe. That's soooo against who I am as a person. I like safe, safe is good, safe is what I strive for, but--"
Then that frown grew, before a chuckle turned it into a smirk, offering a hand towards the other, "Sorry, I just started rambling. I'm Peter by the way. One of many, it would seem."