Lydia had mentioned some sort of telepathy, which Peter wasn't quite sure he believed but since people were having dreams about him being a werewolf, he supposes stranger things have happened. Still, it was a nerve wracking thought. The idea that someone could see into his head.
Luckily most of what was going on there now were numbers and measurements and how the hell he was going to turn this men's line out by the Christmas season.
He smiles and gives Lydia a distracted wave, mumbling around a few pins he had between his teeth. "Hey there."