[ The sound of her voice is enough to make Peter stiffen, fingers squeezing down on the triggers of his blaster -- but instinct, at least, makes him pause. The voice is familiar, and it stays his hand. And the more she speaks, the more relaxed he becomes, and he lowers his blasters completely.
(Though he doesn't holster them entirely. He's a paranoid fucker, sure, but he's an alive paranoid fucker.) ]
Goto? [ A beat as his brain catches up to his ears, and he glances at Maya, slightly surprised. ] You guys know each other?
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(Though he doesn't holster them entirely. He's a paranoid fucker, sure, but he's an alive paranoid fucker.) ]
Goto? [ A beat as his brain catches up to his ears, and he glances at Maya, slightly surprised. ] You guys know each other?