Peter has taken to hanging out by the well. There's just something about it that... draws him in, makes it easier to think. He's sat on a rock overlooking the water, his pack next to him and an orange in his gloved grip, peeling it as he watches. The water is calm and so is the sky and even if he usually hates being alone, today he's finding something calming in it maybe. Centering. That is, until the drop of the stone startles him Not that he'd admit as much, even as he stumbles to his feet, dropping the orange on the ground as he looks around for the source of the noise. Seeing it's just a kid, his heart rate slows in the midst of ratcheting up and he puts a hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the midday sun.

"Hey, kid! Are you new around here?"