Just then, Peter knocks on the door and wraps his body around the doorframe. Slightly disheveled and out of breath, he pants, "Hi, sorry, there was a --" his hands sketch indecipherable shapes in the air-- "thing. You know." He shakes himself and stands up straight. "Real excited to work with you both on this project at the same time, though -- I was starting to feel like a relay baton, the way we've been going for the past year."