Peter only stood there, sopping wet for a long, long moment -- his t-shirt sticking to places no shirt had a right to, and his jeans just gone unfortunate against his thighs and shins. Now that he had a moment to move past the terrible flirting and the self-satisfied squirtles and really look at this lady --
Yeah. He could see some John in there. Prettier, sure, but still John. It really spoke volumes about this place (or maybe just his life) that he wasn't even wildly surprised with the knowledge, now that he had it. "You're an asshole," he declared.