Every staff member that withers and faints around him serves to leave Peter feeling a little more confused and uncomfortable. It was really beginning to dawn on him that not only would he never see another human like him again, he'd likely never meet anyone who had<em>seen</em>a human like him. The great hunter was doomed to a life as a stranger in a strange land that saw him as some incomprehensible creature. Either that, or he'd just been gated into the really racist part of town. That was always a possibility.<br/><br/>It came as no small relief that his money appeared to be good at the establishment. Peter followed the woman in charge, who later introduced herself as Lisa, taking the occasional sideways glance into the rooms they passed. It seemed rather odd to him that so many of the doors would be open, considering the nature of the services being provided within. But again, it may not have been the strangest thing so far.<br/><br/>When Lisa gave her name, Peter gave his as well, though he wholeheartedly expected her to wave it off just as flippantly as she had everything else he'd said. He was also still eager to get to the matter of his debt.