[Yeah no, not remotely convincing. But Little Pete sucks at being convincing, too. So it's okay.]

It's fine, I checked around. It's getting dark enough outside that they'll probably think it was you. [He plops down in the nearest chair, practically swallowed up by the red jacket.] It's how I snuck into my apartment every night back home, so I guess it's kinda second-nature? I could be a pretty awesome spy if I worked on it.