Ah, the struggles of a secret identity. Peter knows it all too well himself, constantly pulled in one direction or another. What Folkmore offers in terms of lack of secrecy, however, Peter has yet to uncover.

"Of course." Escorting someone to their final destination - be it home, or through a rough patch of town - is something Peter's done a hundred times before. Especially around the Fall, when frat parties went full swing, ensuring drunk college kids don't end up walking into traffic, or helping girls getting harassed on their way home from the bars. "None of those around here so far. And no monsters, so I guess we can count ourselves lucky."

The train finally pulls in, almost like it was waiting for its cue. Peter makes an after you gesture, bouncing from foot to foot - it's still pretty cold, hopefully the train is a little bit warmer.