"No problem." Peter handed the coffee back with a slightly awkward smile, adjusting his grip on the books as he did so. He didn't recognise the girl, but that didn't mean much. Perhaps she was a witch, or perhaps she'd only arrived recently. Peter got the feeling that people popped out of the rift more often then the guys in charge wanted to admit.
"Guess he's in a bit of a hurry," he commented, nodding to the grumpy wizard as he disappeared out of the door and marched off down the street.