[Ah, the privilege. He'll have to take the time to look for some not-crappy clothes when he has a chance.

He pulls a face at her greeting.]

Nice to see you too.

[She apologizes though and he softens, rubbing thoughtlessly at the scab on his arm. He smiles and shrugs.]

Yeah, it's a bit weird. Like a smidge. Have you...

[He trails off very suddenly. Then squints. Peter holds up a hand, tracing a line from the top of his head to the top of hers. Then his eyes dart over her face. It's a little thinner than he remembers. Among other things. Subtle ones, but they look enormous the moment he spots them. Is her hair different too? He can't always tell when girls get a chop but still, everything looks so off.

He pulls back for a minute with his mouth ajar, failing to work out the right words. The right question.] Uh.

You got...tall. I'm not hallucinating that?