[ Officers gather around Peter and his suspect, as well, though they have fewer compunctions about moving forward; apparently Peter has less of a reputation for being terrifying, because the officers move in quickly, waiting only long enough for Peter to get to his feet. He keeps his blaster trained on the Kree as the officers cuff his hands behind his back, and when they frog-march him away, Peter tucks his gun back into its holster.
He glances around at the gawking guests, startled for a second to be commanding the attention of so many people. Once his shock passes, he clears his throat, and makes a disapproving sort of face as he gestures with his thumb at the two Kree being hauled away. ]
No tickets.
[ By way of (shitty) explanation.
Denarian Dey, in his formal dress uniform, passes by Peter, shaking his head. Peter just grins, clapping the other man on the shoulder; let the Nova Corps decide how they want to handle this fucking mess, Peter figures. He's got bigger things to worry about, which is why he makes his way Gamora. ]
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He glances around at the gawking guests, startled for a second to be commanding the attention of so many people. Once his shock passes, he clears his throat, and makes a disapproving sort of face as he gestures with his thumb at the two Kree being hauled away. ]
No tickets.
[ By way of (shitty) explanation.
Denarian Dey, in his formal dress uniform, passes by Peter, shaking his head. Peter just grins, clapping the other man on the shoulder; let the Nova Corps decide how they want to handle this fucking mess, Peter figures. He's got bigger things to worry about, which is why he makes his way Gamora. ]
You sure you're alright?