The eye doesn't blink, but it keeps staring at Peter. Silently. It's focus not shifting.

From inside the library, Peter may pick up a muttered swear, the words distorted and crackling as if spoken through heavy static. Jon may be aware of his presence, though the harsh words weren't meant for him. Not with Jon struggling with reality itself randomly shifting around him, leaving him even more disoriented than just having his head filled with too many information at once.

Which at least means he won't be overly mad about a broken door.