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[ Sometimes, after a very long, very satisfying one night stand, it becomes imperative to know where one's pants are.
That was Peter's excuse, and he was sticking to it.
In any case, when el Durante flipped the viewing mirror the bird, Peter blinked, caught somewhere between amused and bewildered. More the former than the latter, however, because the image struck him as oddly hilarious, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. In response to the man's words, he canted his head to one side, eyes narrowing and unfocusing in thought. ]
¿Dónde... está... el baño?
[ Peter was pretty sure that was it. Like, 80% sure. It took another second for it to finally sink in, and his head darted up, gaze moving toward the other man, when his eureka! movement arrived. ]
Oh, goddammit. [ To his credit, he sounded like someone who had just been let in on the joke and found it mildly funny, if exasperating. He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. ] You've been able to speak English this whole goddamn time?
That was Peter's excuse, and he was sticking to it.
In any case, when el Durante flipped the viewing mirror the bird, Peter blinked, caught somewhere between amused and bewildered. More the former than the latter, however, because the image struck him as oddly hilarious, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. In response to the man's words, he canted his head to one side, eyes narrowing and unfocusing in thought. ]
¿Dónde... está... el baño?
[ Peter was pretty sure that was it. Like, 80% sure. It took another second for it to finally sink in, and his head darted up, gaze moving toward the other man, when his eureka! movement arrived. ]
Oh, goddammit. [ To his credit, he sounded like someone who had just been let in on the joke and found it mildly funny, if exasperating. He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. ] You've been able to speak English this whole goddamn time?
I never said I couldn't to anyone. [There was no accent in his English. His arms crossed, but his eyebrows lowered slightly in confusion. It wasn't a joke he'd told. He'd spent hours, speaking Spanish with the government-types, but it took maybe less than a minute for him to reveal this large-ish percentage of truth to Mr. Quill. Perhaps prematurely, but too late to take it back.
Why did he do this? Prior to even knowing this man's name, el Durante had been told that one of the criminals signed with their Dirty not-Dozen would be seeing him. This weird one didn't seem like a typical outlaw; this Quill seemed earnest and oddly considerate, if not awkward. It was very disarming. He'd been expecting someone to come in and threaten him or offer to bribe him.
Not attempt to appeal to him like a human being.
Either this was an imbecile that they'd sent in, which would have been very counterproductive to their aims of recruiting him for their little game, or this was a con-man who was so excellent in effortlessly fabricating an eccentric, disarming false-attitude (to mask a deadlier one) that such a lie had become second nature to him.
Yes. 'Peter Quill'. Surely, that was a pseudonym. A very weird one. More befitting a talking porcupine in a kid's book than a master of deception.] Now, tell me why I should join your operation.
Why did he do this? Prior to even knowing this man's name, el Durante had been told that one of the criminals signed with their Dirty not-Dozen would be seeing him. This weird one didn't seem like a typical outlaw; this Quill seemed earnest and oddly considerate, if not awkward. It was very disarming. He'd been expecting someone to come in and threaten him or offer to bribe him.
Not attempt to appeal to him like a human being.
Either this was an imbecile that they'd sent in, which would have been very counterproductive to their aims of recruiting him for their little game, or this was a con-man who was so excellent in effortlessly fabricating an eccentric, disarming false-attitude (to mask a deadlier one) that such a lie had become second nature to him.
Yes. 'Peter Quill'. Surely, that was a pseudonym. A very weird one. More befitting a talking porcupine in a kid's book than a master of deception.] Now, tell me why I should join your operation.
[ Peter allowed himself only a moment to reel at how completely off the rails this conversation had gone. Sure, they had warned Peter that the other guy probably couldn't speak English; sure, they had warned him about the impressive record of maiming the guy had tucked under his belt; and, sure, they had warned Peter that if things suddenly went south, it'd take them a minute or two to get into the room to bail him out, so--
He expected a whole lot of violence. Possibly some awkward and slow shouting. This, though, was a pleasant surprise.
He shook himself, finally pushing himself off the door and sliding into the seat at the table centered in the room. ]
So I guess this means we're skipping the small talk? [ He offered a small, tentative smile. ] That's too bad. I'm pretty good at small talk.
He expected a whole lot of violence. Possibly some awkward and slow shouting. This, though, was a pleasant surprise.
He shook himself, finally pushing himself off the door and sliding into the seat at the table centered in the room. ]
So I guess this means we're skipping the small talk? [ He offered a small, tentative smile. ] That's too bad. I'm pretty good at small talk.
[Well, it was terribly hard to induce a lot of violence when handcuffed to table. But, if Peter asked nicely, el Durante would be more than willing to oblige. The question he'd posed, admittedly, was fairly limited in scope. He only asked it to study Peter's spin on this scenario, to glean more insight about his odd character.
Small-talk? This wasn't a Tarantino movie. (Before anyone asked, he only saw like one.)
El Durante preferred when things were direct and straight-forward, but, for a chance to study this manipulator, perhaps confirm biases?
With a shrug:] I know next to nothing about you, let alone what you're good at. To be honest.
If you can't tell me something about this mission, why don't you tell me more about yourself? [It had been a while since he'd done this. This small talk thing. Excuse him if it showed.]
Small-talk? This wasn't a Tarantino movie. (Before anyone asked, he only saw like one.)
El Durante preferred when things were direct and straight-forward, but, for a chance to study this manipulator, perhaps confirm biases?
With a shrug:] I know next to nothing about you, let alone what you're good at. To be honest.
If you can't tell me something about this mission, why don't you tell me more about yourself? [It had been a while since he'd done this. This small talk thing. Excuse him if it showed.]
[ He couldn't help it -- Peter let out a quiet laugh at the suggestion, shaking his head. ]
I think all you really need to know is my name, dude, which you've got. Aside from that...
[ He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, hands clasped loosely on the table in front of him. Apparently he convinced the feds and cops outside they could forego the cuffs. Peter sure as hell wasn't going anywhere, and if el Durante defied the odds and, like, Hulked himself out of his restraints (he certainly looked as though he could do it, even if Peter was 80% sure it was impossible), then he'd need to be able to defend himself, right?
So no cuffs for the thief. The prison jumpsuit, though -- that still came standard.
But he was game, at least, and the other man's invitation wasn't the most awkward thing he had heard, which was why he waved vaguely to himself. ]
Peter Jason Quill, age 35. One count fraud. Two counts of public intoxication. One count of assault on a guy who 100% had it coming. And most recently, one count of picking the wrong warehouse to break into.
I think all you really need to know is my name, dude, which you've got. Aside from that...
[ He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, hands clasped loosely on the table in front of him. Apparently he convinced the feds and cops outside they could forego the cuffs. Peter sure as hell wasn't going anywhere, and if el Durante defied the odds and, like, Hulked himself out of his restraints (he certainly looked as though he could do it, even if Peter was 80% sure it was impossible), then he'd need to be able to defend himself, right?
So no cuffs for the thief. The prison jumpsuit, though -- that still came standard.
But he was game, at least, and the other man's invitation wasn't the most awkward thing he had heard, which was why he waved vaguely to himself. ]
Peter Jason Quill, age 35. One count fraud. Two counts of public intoxication. One count of assault on a guy who 100% had it coming. And most recently, one count of picking the wrong warehouse to break into.
Public Intoxication. [A scoff.
Plenty of laws were dumb, but, even to guy that usually didn't drink, charging somebody for being drunk in public sounded especially so. (The other charges sounded fine with him. The fraud was especially helpful for confirming a bias.) But. Still. Public intoxication. What was the worst thing anyone had done, while drunk in public? Punched a few people, maybe? Only seemed worth enforcing if children or little old people were hurt. (Ooh. Wait. Did this Quill do such a thing?
No. Hitters of the elderly and youth had a certain...air about them. Well, not exactly an air. More like a vibe. A certain kind of spirit. This Quill's soul did not give off such an impression.)] You had heard about me. The only crime they've got me for was attacking the Accuser's associates without the government's permission. [There's a hint of bitterness in that tone.A tone that pretty much insists you don't ask about the other crimes he didn't get charged for.
Well. Only felt fair to share that, since this Peter did. Time to see if he could change the subject!] Your charge of fraud. It was for taxes, or something more interesting?
Plenty of laws were dumb, but, even to guy that usually didn't drink, charging somebody for being drunk in public sounded especially so. (The other charges sounded fine with him. The fraud was especially helpful for confirming a bias.) But. Still. Public intoxication. What was the worst thing anyone had done, while drunk in public? Punched a few people, maybe? Only seemed worth enforcing if children or little old people were hurt. (Ooh. Wait. Did this Quill do such a thing?
No. Hitters of the elderly and youth had a certain...air about them. Well, not exactly an air. More like a vibe. A certain kind of spirit. This Quill's soul did not give off such an impression.)] You had heard about me. The only crime they've got me for was attacking the Accuser's associates without the government's permission. [There's a hint of bitterness in that tone.
Well. Only felt fair to share that, since this Peter did. Time to see if he could change the subject!] Your charge of fraud. It was for taxes, or something more interesting?
[ He smirked despite himself, trying to hide it by pulling a hand down his face. ]
It was mostly letting a guy think I was someone I wasn't. And then letting him hand over a whole lot of cash that I had no business taking, but, hey, not my fault he never asked for ID, you know?
[ He shrugged his shoulders again, as if to say, What can you do? before he leaned forward on his elbows on the table. ]
But you-- I've gotta say. Some of the stuff I've heard about you has been-- interesting. That's putting aside all the stuff in the official records, even.
[ Tilting his head to one side, he regarded el Durante with a considering look. ]
You clearly don't like this Accuser guy. I would've thought you'd be the first on board with this whole "let's take him down" thing.
It was mostly letting a guy think I was someone I wasn't. And then letting him hand over a whole lot of cash that I had no business taking, but, hey, not my fault he never asked for ID, you know?
[ He shrugged his shoulders again, as if to say, What can you do? before he leaned forward on his elbows on the table. ]
But you-- I've gotta say. Some of the stuff I've heard about you has been-- interesting. That's putting aside all the stuff in the official records, even.
[ Tilting his head to one side, he regarded el Durante with a considering look. ]
You clearly don't like this Accuser guy. I would've thought you'd be the first on board with this whole "let's take him down" thing.
[Letting a guy think I was someone I wasn't...letting him hand over a whole lot of cash? Yes. This did sound like a very efficient con-man. One-hundred percent not an imbecile. This 'Peter Quill', whoever he truly was, would be useful, as an ally, against the Accuser. El Durante resettled himself and, without looking away, he explained himself as frankly as he was able.
Which, you know, was really, really frank. Dunno how you measure a thing like that accurately, but it'd be off the charts. In a manner of speaking. Not a literal one, of course. Unless they developed some sort of Geiger counter of abstract conce--oh, never mind.] It is a matter of principle. The only figure of authority that I've ever respected was my father. To continue doing what I was, before I was arrested, under the orders of people that I distrust is against my personal standards.
You must be getting something out of this. [Not a question. A very figuratively plain-faced assumption.] Something that would make it amendable to serve these bureaucratic, pencil-pushing fools. [A brief nod, to the two-way glass pane. You know. As if Quill needed clarification.] It is blackmail. Or information, perhaps.
Which, you know, was really, really frank. Dunno how you measure a thing like that accurately, but it'd be off the charts. In a manner of speaking. Not a literal one, of course. Unless they developed some sort of Geiger counter of abstract conce--oh, never mind.] It is a matter of principle. The only figure of authority that I've ever respected was my father. To continue doing what I was, before I was arrested, under the orders of people that I distrust is against my personal standards.
You must be getting something out of this. [Not a question. A very figuratively plain-faced assumption.] Something that would make it amendable to serve these bureaucratic, pencil-pushing fools. [A brief nod, to the two-way glass pane. You know. As if Quill needed clarification.] It is blackmail. Or information, perhaps.
[ Yeah, he understood. He nodded and settled back into his seat -- slouched, more like -- and tapped his fingers lightly on the table's top. The action was more idle than nervous -- as if Peter simply wanted something to do with his hands. The question was a fair one, which was why Peter didn't have any qualms answering. ]
They said they'd wipe our records. I'm hopin' for a slap on the wrist in exchange for my help. I meant it when I said I was in the wrong warehouse at the totally wrong time.
[ --Mostly true. That, and York had been tearing the continental US apart looking for Peter. He had sort of screwed York out of a deal, once upon a time, and York was most certainly looking to collect. Peter needed to be out of this place, like, five weeks ago. ]
So you're not interested in the cleaned records, I'm guessing?
They said they'd wipe our records. I'm hopin' for a slap on the wrist in exchange for my help. I meant it when I said I was in the wrong warehouse at the totally wrong time.
[ --Mostly true. That, and York had been tearing the continental US apart looking for Peter. He had sort of screwed York out of a deal, once upon a time, and York was most certainly looking to collect. Peter needed to be out of this place, like, five weeks ago. ]
So you're not interested in the cleaned records, I'm guessing?
[...pity, that his involvement was for something so petty. But, it was understandable. It would be conducive for a con-man to have a clean record, to have a new, ripe opportunity to act as he would.
The arms were lowered and his hands were folded in front of him, on the table.] I may change my name, sometimes, but I know who I am and I know what I've experienced and committed; I don't need a legal entity to forgive what I've done. [Utterly no hint of remorse, in that tone.It's not that he's forgiven himself. No. Not at all.] Peter Quill. Do you believe that there is good and evil?
[Yes. This was exactly what normal people small-talked about. Rap-sheets and morality. Aw yeah.]
The arms were lowered and his hands were folded in front of him, on the table.] I may change my name, sometimes, but I know who I am and I know what I've experienced and committed; I don't need a legal entity to forgive what I've done. [Utterly no hint of remorse, in that tone.
[Yes. This was exactly what normal people small-talked about. Rap-sheets and morality. Aw yeah.]
[ Whether or not he intended to, the question managed to once again surprise Peter into silence. How many times had that been, today? El Durante seemed to be aiming for a personal best.
Despite himself, Peter glanced over to the one-way mirror, as if to say, "You guys heard that too, right?", as if to say, "When did this become Silence of the Lambs?", before giving the other man his attention again.
He got the feeling el Durante didn't really dabble in rhetorical questions, or at least that he was a very straightforward sort of person. He could be wrong, though. In any case, he figured it'd be safe to answer the question, and better that he do so honestly. (It was the "honestly" part that tripped him up, which explained the long pause before he finally spoke). ]
Not... really? [ The words were drawn out, thoughtful. ] I think there's what people think is right, and what people think is wrong, and being right doesn't always mean "good" and being in the wrong doesn't always mean "bad."
[ He shrugged, casting his gaze back down to the table. ] Dealing with shades of gray is kinda what I do.
Despite himself, Peter glanced over to the one-way mirror, as if to say, "You guys heard that too, right?", as if to say, "When did this become Silence of the Lambs?", before giving the other man his attention again.
He got the feeling el Durante didn't really dabble in rhetorical questions, or at least that he was a very straightforward sort of person. He could be wrong, though. In any case, he figured it'd be safe to answer the question, and better that he do so honestly. (It was the "honestly" part that tripped him up, which explained the long pause before he finally spoke). ]
Not... really? [ The words were drawn out, thoughtful. ] I think there's what people think is right, and what people think is wrong, and being right doesn't always mean "good" and being in the wrong doesn't always mean "bad."
[ He shrugged, casting his gaze back down to the table. ] Dealing with shades of gray is kinda what I do.
[El Durante dabbled in whatever he needed to, to get what he wantedunless it got innocent people hurt and/or killed. Consider this question something of a means, to further his character-study. He listened without blinking, and then shared his piece.] I'd agree only partly. There is evil in this world. Undoubtedly, good must also exist, to balance the first. I think good often takes the form of belief, of people wishing to find heroes and worthwhile endeavors.
[His hands were separated and palms opened, as if to say, I have no hidden agendas here.] As you've opined, I also think that morality is relative. Two people can look at the same thing, and one can insist it's good while the other would disagree.
But I have a feeling we'd agree that the Accuser is undoubtedly evil, and, if we took him down, it would not make us anything definitely good. Only technically good. [A very cold statement of fact. Correct him if he was wrong.] This is not atonement; this is assassination that we're signing up for.
[His hands were separated and palms opened, as if to say, I have no hidden agendas here.] As you've opined, I also think that morality is relative. Two people can look at the same thing, and one can insist it's good while the other would disagree.
But I have a feeling we'd agree that the Accuser is undoubtedly evil, and, if we took him down, it would not make us anything definitely good. Only technically good. [A very cold statement of fact. Correct him if he was wrong.] This is not atonement; this is assassination that we're signing up for.
Edited (Wrong word. Haha. Kind of literally.) 2016-01-21 23:29 (UTC)
[ Penny Polendina is a robot. She was built in secret and kept in relative isolation for most of her life. She is capable of immense feats of strength and her combat skills are impressive. She is the next generation of synthetic soldier.
She’s also a teenage girl. She’s naïve and perhaps a little too trusting. Her enthusiasm comes off as a little strange sometimes, but her cheerful attitude is infectious. She is friendly, but has only ever had one real friend.
And lastly, she is the first synthetic being able to generate an Aura- the manifestation of one’s soul- so she is much, much more than just a machine. She’s alive.
There’s been some problems, however, including Penny’s destruction during a fighting tournament held by the nations of Remnant- through no fault of her opponent, but that was another story. Penny’s true nature was kept a secret from everyone, even her own teammates, and as she lay in pieces on the arena floor, people began to ask themselves what use would the military have for a robotic soldier that looked and behaved like a normal girl. It wasn’t long after that that chaos erupted, and the city was overwhelmed by monsters. However, just before Penny shut down, her father, her inventor, was able to transfer her data, her very being, into an auxiliary body.
Professor Polendina made arrangements to have Penny taken to another facility off-world, but the situation on Remnant was too delicate and the military under too much scrutiny to take her themselves. He had to call in outside help, and he was more than willing to pay a heavy sum to ensure secrecy and that his daughter would be kept safe.
Penny protested, of course. There were people out there who needed her help, not least of which was her friend, Ruby. Her father, strict as ever, told her that she would not be going back to the city of Vale, or Beacon Academy, or maybe even Remnant, ever again. Penny isn’t stupid enough that she doesn’t realize that if she’d just listened to her father in the first place, that maybe none of this would have happened.
So with a suitcase full of her meager belongings and the bravest expression she can muster, she waits for her transport to come pick her up. ]
She’s also a teenage girl. She’s naïve and perhaps a little too trusting. Her enthusiasm comes off as a little strange sometimes, but her cheerful attitude is infectious. She is friendly, but has only ever had one real friend.
And lastly, she is the first synthetic being able to generate an Aura- the manifestation of one’s soul- so she is much, much more than just a machine. She’s alive.
There’s been some problems, however, including Penny’s destruction during a fighting tournament held by the nations of Remnant- through no fault of her opponent, but that was another story. Penny’s true nature was kept a secret from everyone, even her own teammates, and as she lay in pieces on the arena floor, people began to ask themselves what use would the military have for a robotic soldier that looked and behaved like a normal girl. It wasn’t long after that that chaos erupted, and the city was overwhelmed by monsters. However, just before Penny shut down, her father, her inventor, was able to transfer her data, her very being, into an auxiliary body.
Professor Polendina made arrangements to have Penny taken to another facility off-world, but the situation on Remnant was too delicate and the military under too much scrutiny to take her themselves. He had to call in outside help, and he was more than willing to pay a heavy sum to ensure secrecy and that his daughter would be kept safe.
Penny protested, of course. There were people out there who needed her help, not least of which was her friend, Ruby. Her father, strict as ever, told her that she would not be going back to the city of Vale, or Beacon Academy, or maybe even Remnant, ever again. Penny isn’t stupid enough that she doesn’t realize that if she’d just listened to her father in the first place, that maybe none of this would have happened.
So with a suitcase full of her meager belongings and the bravest expression she can muster, she waits for her transport to come pick her up. ]
[ Peter's used to taking odd jobs. Steal something here, escort something there, and guard it with your life; as long as it paid well, Peter would probably get it done. He'd complain the entire time, sure, but that was nothing new; the work would be completed, and Peter got paid, and everyone was happy.
So here he was, taking a job. Babysitting, it seemed like; Peter was hardly the type of person to whom one should entrust a child, what with him practically being one, himself, but he'd kept his mouth shut on that front when numbers were bandied out. He'd just have to grin and bear it, he decided. Teenagers were probably easier than kids, anyway, right?
The Milano has hardly touched down when the bay door's lock disengages, turning to allow the doors to part. Peter stands at the threshold, leaning forward with a hand braced against the bulkhead and peering out. When he catches sight of her, his head tilts to one side, and he puts on winning smile. He shouts to be heard over the idling engines. ]
I'm guessing you're Penny?
So here he was, taking a job. Babysitting, it seemed like; Peter was hardly the type of person to whom one should entrust a child, what with him practically being one, himself, but he'd kept his mouth shut on that front when numbers were bandied out. He'd just have to grin and bear it, he decided. Teenagers were probably easier than kids, anyway, right?
The Milano has hardly touched down when the bay door's lock disengages, turning to allow the doors to part. Peter stands at the threshold, leaning forward with a hand braced against the bulkhead and peering out. When he catches sight of her, his head tilts to one side, and he puts on winning smile. He shouts to be heard over the idling engines. ]
I'm guessing you're Penny?
Yes. [ It comes out quiet, borderline timid at first, but then she visibly steels herself and puts on all the enthusiasm she can muster: ] Yes! Yes, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Pleasure's all mine.
[ The answer's automatic, well-practiced, but at least it sounds cheerful. ]
You need help with your stuff?
[ The answer's automatic, well-practiced, but at least it sounds cheerful. ]
You need help with your stuff?
No, thank you. This is all I have.
[ One small suitcase and a little backpack.
She approaches the open bay doors and Peter, looking at the ship with undisguised wonder. ] Sensational!
[ One small suitcase and a little backpack.
She approaches the open bay doors and Peter, looking at the ship with undisguised wonder. ] Sensational!
[ "Sensational," huh? He raises an eyebrow even as he smiles. ]
Thanks.
[ Best to not point out that the interior was actually kind of a mess, with "kind of" being used generously. Even with the bay doors as wide as they are, Peter still steps to one side to allow her in. ]
Name's Peter Quill, by the way. Dunno if they mentioned. [ Also probably best not to mention the fact that he has an outlaw name. His criminal record hadn't exactly come up during negotiations, which led Peter to believe they weren't aware of it, or else didn't care. He banks on the former, rather than the latter. ]
Thanks.
[ Best to not point out that the interior was actually kind of a mess, with "kind of" being used generously. Even with the bay doors as wide as they are, Peter still steps to one side to allow her in. ]
Name's Peter Quill, by the way. Dunno if they mentioned. [ Also probably best not to mention the fact that he has an outlaw name. His criminal record hadn't exactly come up during negotiations, which led Peter to believe they weren't aware of it, or else didn't care. He banks on the former, rather than the latter. ]
It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter Quill!
[ You said that already Penny... ] Thank you for picking me up. I'll do my very best to stay out of your way.
[ You said that already Penny... ] Thank you for picking me up. I'll do my very best to stay out of your way.
[ He offers a hand to her to help her step up into the Milano. ]
Hey, don't worry. We've got a ways to go, so you might as well make yourself at home.
Hey, don't worry. We've got a ways to go, so you might as well make yourself at home.
[ She takes that offered hand, stepping up into the ship. ]
Right!
I’ve never been on a real, actual spaceship before.
Right!
I’ve never been on a real, actual spaceship before.
I kinda get that feeling, yeah.
[ He says it with good humor; he loves his ship dearly, but the Milano is hardly the most impressive ship out there. He steps back once she's properly on board, punching the button to shut the doors behind them. Once he's sure the doors have locked, Peter nods her over to one side of the ship. ]
C'mon. I'll show you your room.
[ He says it with good humor; he loves his ship dearly, but the Milano is hardly the most impressive ship out there. He steps back once she's properly on board, punching the button to shut the doors behind them. Once he's sure the doors have locked, Peter nods her over to one side of the ship. ]
C'mon. I'll show you your room.
[ When the bay doors close behind them, Penny visibly hesitates, expression falling. This was it, wasn’t it? She was never going to see Ruby or anyone else ever again. God, she didn’t even know if they were okay. Or if they were even alive. ]
Right. Okay. Lead the way.
Right. Okay. Lead the way.
[ The change in her demeanor doesn't pass his notice; he didn't get the full story on why the kid needed transport out of here, nor did he care to ask (it wasn't his business), and while he's curious, it's not in Peter's nature to pry for information. Still, he pauses, frowning. ]
If you need a sec to yourself...
If you need a sec to yourself...
[ Penny hesitates again, eyes fixed on the bay doors. Unlike Peter, she has no sense about what is okay and what is not to ask people about, or what constitutes as “prying”, which is why she blurts out: ]
Have you ever had to leave someone behind?
Have you ever had to leave someone behind?
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