"Oh-" Yes, that was a paper flying right into his chest and flopping down on the ground. His foot accidentally steps on the back, leaving the dirty print of his shoe on the corner, which is quickly taken aback with curiosity and just the slightest bit of alarm. He thinks about just letting it be - after all, papers are hardly things people take it upon themselves to pick up from the ground - but the sight of a young man fumbling about with a pile of similar things on against his chest makes him think twice.

Plucking it with a couple of fingers, Peter moves closer, tentatively calling for Martin's attention with a wave.

"Sorry, is this yours-?"