"Oh, I didn't realize your person was, uh..." Peter cut himself off with a shake of his head, his lips pressed together in a thin line. It was even weirder to think that he was walking around resembling a dead man, even though he was, technically, dead as well. Maybe there were a finite number of faces and after a while, different universes had to resort to borrowing from others. What did it say about him, and this place, that a concept like face recycling seemed almost plausible? It probably said that he needed to get out of his own head. "I'm sorry," he added in a soft voice.