That glint of light-- he sees it across the square, impossible for his new eyes not to catch. Peter continues to play dumb, looking out over the auras of ordinary people and not simply staring into the shadows.

Meanwhile, though, he's straining to listen, to see if his hypothesis is right. He's not even sure he can reach out to an Observer's mind. Hasn't really had a chance to try it since Windmark. But maybe he senses something there, just on the edge of hearing. He tries to tune into it, blocking out the busy and yet strangely muted sounds of a once-vibrant community rebuilding itself, letting his eyes glaze over a little with the effort.