Peter looked her over. She was a nice speciman of a woman. But then he thought most women were beautiful. Why shouldn't they be? And why shouldn't he notice? He liked women, and he enjoyed looking at them.
"I wasn't...okay. Maybe I was. Is this Terra?" he asked, looking around. There were no wild animals in sight, but then he supposed they wouldn't be visible. Most of the time they hid, especially in wooded areas if he recalled.
He hadn't been on Earth for nearly thirty years. It was interesting to him that he'd been sent back after his demise. He was dead, he knew he was. He expected nothingness, though, not...this. Whatever this was.