PETER
Peter’s brows rose slightly, no other reaction to the smile that spread over her face, the suddenly pleased, suddenly approving tone to her voice. A test then, one that he seems to have done well in, though he doesn’t know why. And really, that’s the most irritating thing, to do well and not know how.
She turned the floor back to him, and he considered. ”What kind of... training, do you have in place? Right now? And what... information are you prioritizing?” If he had a better idea how she ran things, he might have a better idea slotting into the role himself.
She turned the floor back to him, and he considered. ”What kind of... training, do you have in place? Right now? And what... information are you prioritizing?” If he had a better idea how she ran things, he might have a better idea slotting into the role himself.
and our memories defeat us
and I’ll end this duress
and I’ll end this duress
