[ The question gets an almost owlish blink, even as he lets Nightingale haul him to his feet, but he does take a moment to think about it. Peter registers that it's meant to be a literal status check, because what else would it be, but when he answers he finds himself giving something that is true, but probably not what Nightingale is hoping for. ]
Confused.
[ Though the slightly dazed way he says it is possibly an answer to the real question too. He twists a little to look around them, and the scenery has stubbornly refused to change into something that makes more sense. ]
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Confused.
[ Though the slightly dazed way he says it is possibly an answer to the real question too. He twists a little to look around them, and the scenery has stubbornly refused to change into something that makes more sense. ]
Are aliens finally, real, then?