[ He laughs softly, pulling a hand down his face. His eyes were stinging, and not because of the bruising of his skin. He really is just-- bone tired, but, hey, Kasumi's here, at least for a little while. He could do with the pick-me-up. ]

We're seriously being gross right now, huh?

[ His grin is his one of his usual lopsided-but-charming affairs, but it's not as bright as it could be. He squeezes her hand, once, before pulling away. Best not to prolong it, he thinks. Risky enough that he even pulled that stunt, small as it was, even worse that he didn't think to leave at least one barstool between them instead of sitting right next to her. If the Krylorian wasn't unwittingly providing such a good distraction, the Ravagers would've been suspicious of how close he is to Kasumi, and the least-drunk among them probably could have put two and two together, would have hauled him away or, worse, would have turned their attentions on hurting her.

They've been lucky so far, and Peter's thankful for it. Fortune rarely smiles upon him, but he's not naive enough to expect it to last. ]

I can't stay here long. Sooner or later the guys are gonna notice they still haven't gotten their drinks. [ He's turning to face forward again, hands wrapping around the glass the bartender had given him earlier; he's still looking at her from the corner of his eye, though. ]

You, uh. You been alright?