The differences in each Evey had been markedly clear to him, both physical and mental. This... She was both familiar and not, some blend of both in one physical body. The overlapping memories and the conflicting self-image were apparent over their link. She also wasn't holding back the way she usually did, keeping a barrier between their minds that Peter had always known was as much for his sake (as she saw it) as her own.
He gave her a light smile, though there was concern laced through it. Alive was all well and good, but if that was the only response she had, there was more going on than he was aware of.
"Any preference for breakfast?" Her choice, no matter how long it took him to find it.