[ He gets to his feet slowly, rolling out his shoulders. His eyes flick to the ship behind him, and he thinks, I could make a run for it, try to get onboard and gun the engines. But with the close call just then-- should he risk it? She'd kill him for sure, or she'd make good on her threats on a fate worse than death.
Peter fancies himself brave, on occasion, but he's also smart enough to be picky about his battles. It's been abundantly clear that Maya won this one the second she popped him up in her phaselock.
After a long moment, he forces himself to take one dragging step after her, then another, before he's at his usual place behind her, to her right.
He grumbles, ] You don't pay me enough for this. [ but there's no heat to it -- just a flat, tired observation. ]
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Peter fancies himself brave, on occasion, but he's also smart enough to be picky about his battles. It's been abundantly clear that Maya won this one the second she popped him up in her phaselock.
After a long moment, he forces himself to take one dragging step after her, then another, before he's at his usual place behind her, to her right.
He grumbles, ] You don't pay me enough for this. [ but there's no heat to it -- just a flat, tired observation. ]