( It doesn't take Peter long to catch up, and as soon as he's within reach, he tried to pass the small notebook over to its proper owner.

He was about to warm them of the danger of this literal acid rain before he received a warning instead. )

Yeah-- I know, I'm heading home, but you dropped this and I don't know if it'd survive this weather. ( His words were faster, faster than normal, and he was gesturing to the notebook and then towards where it had fallen in the rain.

When he turned back to the stranger, there was a moment of recognition and he paused for a couple of seconds. )

Are you the dude with the metal arm?