[ Peter keeps his eyes on the abandoned plates before him for as long as he can... but there's a tug, a temptation, and he finds his gaze drifting toward the restroom sign.
He lets out a breath and glances around the room, waiting for his opportunity, the perfect split moment when everyone is distracted enough. And when that moment comes, he slips into the background, fading quickly from sight.
Another breath as he slides out and makes his way toward Claire. The door opens and closes - no physical sign of anyone else entering - then a quick sweep. She's not alone, and all he can do is wait and hope Claire doesn't leave before he's had a chance... but perhaps, she'll realize he's in the room, after all, she knows the extent of his power better than most. ]
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He lets out a breath and glances around the room, waiting for his opportunity, the perfect split moment when everyone is distracted enough. And when that moment comes, he slips into the background, fading quickly from sight.
Another breath as he slides out and makes his way toward Claire. The door opens and closes - no physical sign of anyone else entering - then a quick sweep. She's not alone, and all he can do is wait and hope Claire doesn't leave before he's had a chance... but perhaps, she'll realize he's in the room, after all, she knows the extent of his power better than most. ]