[He hadn't really thought about why she'd have the picture to begin with. Might have thought she'd kept it in her bag, at home, and brought it through. So he doesn't reply to that, though there's a soft exhalation that sounds half like an Oh, and then he's considering again.]

It's not Peter Pevensie. Could be, you know--the one with the wings. [Although it's not. He can see the differences, even in this seated scene. But it doesn't quite look like him, either.] Either that or I got remarkably lax with a razor, and you've all been keeping the retrograde amnesia to yourselves. We're on a couch. Your place. Here.

[It looks both intimate and miserable, and if she ever looked at the winged guy this way Chase may never get past the jealousy.]