[Peter is cooking dinner, if by cooking dinner you mean "choosing what frozen entrees to stick in the microwave." At the sound of the door slamming he sticks his head out of the kitchenette.]
Jess, izzat you?
[Seeing her expression, he hastily stows the meals on the counter for now and comes back out, brushing his hands off on his jeans.]
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Jess, izzat you?
[Seeing her expression, he hastily stows the meals on the counter for now and comes back out, brushing his hands off on his jeans.]
What's the matter, what happened?