[ peter's findings gets a low, grumbling curse from kate, who finally rocks back on her heels to give him back his space. she starts to pace, though, which is probably just as distracting, chewing on the nail of her thumb in thought before she's being dragged back to the present by a pair of shaky hands and a question. ]
My stomach?
[ what a weird thing to ask all of a sudden. does he know she hadn't had lunch or eating much of anything besides that bagel off the bagel cart this morning? (the cocktail from earlier definitely doesn't count.) ]
It's fine? I guess?
[ she's so thrown by it she can't even answer without the questioning tone. ]
no subject
My stomach?
[ what a weird thing to ask all of a sudden. does he know she hadn't had lunch or eating much of anything besides that bagel off the bagel cart this morning? (the cocktail from earlier definitely doesn't count.) ]
It's fine? I guess?
[ she's so thrown by it she can't even answer without the questioning tone. ]