[ The presence of the guard at the scanner definitely makes Peter narrow his eyes, and he has to keep himself from clenching his fists -- it would be dead giveaway of his nervousness to anyone who's watching. Instead, he fiddles with sleeve, brushing invisible dust off his coat as he watches the two men chat. Maybe they found something suspicious. Maybe Kasumi was recognized. Maybe they're realizing that the scans of their luggage had been faked.
Peter really fucking hopes not. It would kind of suck, after all, if they got caught so early in the mission.
But then they're letting her through, and Peter wants to sigh with relief, but he restrains himself again (and whoever said he doesn't have any self-control could shove it up their asses, booyah). For a second he envies Kasumi's oversized hood -- at least she could make any face she wanted under there. He offers his arm, then ducks toward her, smiling affectionately. By all appearances, it's a husband sharing a cute moment with his wife. It's a good thing only Kasumi can hear him, as his voice is just a hair above a whisper. ]
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Peter really fucking hopes not. It would kind of suck, after all, if they got caught so early in the mission.
But then they're letting her through, and Peter wants to sigh with relief, but he restrains himself again (and whoever said he doesn't have any self-control could shove it up their asses, booyah). For a second he envies Kasumi's oversized hood -- at least she could make any face she wanted under there. He offers his arm, then ducks toward her, smiling affectionately. By all appearances, it's a husband sharing a cute moment with his wife. It's a good thing only Kasumi can hear him, as his voice is just a hair above a whisper. ]
Do we need to worry about that guard?