"I have," nodded Peter. He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth slightly on the balls of his feet. The idea of someone out there sharing his face would have made him uncomfortable enough on its own, he thinks. But it was made even more unsettling as it called to mind his past experiences with nefarious cloning experiments. He tries to put those thoughts out of his mind; he didn't want to deal with the nightmares later on. "This girl I met here, she looks just like my friend Gwen, only her hair is a different color."