"No," he shakes his head and returns her smile in equal parts politeness and authenticity. With an understated nod of his head it's out the lobby front and into the cold, though Peter evidences no gloves or mittens himself, simply sticking his hands deep into his coat pockets. Around them there is the mild hum of other people speaking, directions being given, and machines - always machines -, but with the opening of the entry and then the closing, that noise dulls away beneath the surprising quiet of the outside. Even at early afternoon the snow laden exterior is comfortably muted.

"In the mood for anything particular or...?" he pauses a few feet out and to the side of the automatic doors so as not to be in the way of anyone coming or going.