The buzz resolves itself into thoughts, multilayered and somehow... brittle. Furtive.

Then they stop, focussing on Peter with laserlike precision. And yet there's a tint of ... fear? The focus is less microscope scrutiny and more deer in headlights.

It shifts, though, to a kind of squinting suspicion.

There's a small whush of displaced air and Peter now has company in his alley.