[ He grins, but only for the briefest second. ] Other than you, darling wife.
[ By the time he pulls away, his expression is schooled into something more restrained, but no less fond, and he leads them down the hallway into yet another pitstop, where they're obliged to hand over (forged) paperwork in exchange for two keys and the location of their suite. That done, they're finally directed down another hallway, and welcomed into Refuge proper.
The hallways leads them into what looks more like an outdoor park than a luxury hotel, complete with fields of grass and flower beds and trees and benches. The only difference is that it's walled in by floors and floors of what Peter assumes to be rooms. There's a decent number of people hanging around, walking, doing park-type-things, and judging by the quality of their clothes, toys, and/or omnitools (some of which Peter recognized as models that wouldn't be out for months yet), everyone here was obviously on the wealthier side.
He wonders if money buys naivety as he walks toward the elevators to get to their quarters. It's not like a handful of soldiers and fighter ships could protect all these people from Reapers. ]
Should we explore after we settle into our room, sweetheart? Or would you like to rest?
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[ By the time he pulls away, his expression is schooled into something more restrained, but no less fond, and he leads them down the hallway into yet another pitstop, where they're obliged to hand over (forged) paperwork in exchange for two keys and the location of their suite. That done, they're finally directed down another hallway, and welcomed into Refuge proper.
The hallways leads them into what looks more like an outdoor park than a luxury hotel, complete with fields of grass and flower beds and trees and benches. The only difference is that it's walled in by floors and floors of what Peter assumes to be rooms. There's a decent number of people hanging around, walking, doing park-type-things, and judging by the quality of their clothes, toys, and/or omnitools (some of which Peter recognized as models that wouldn't be out for months yet), everyone here was obviously on the wealthier side.
He wonders if money buys naivety as he walks toward the elevators to get to their quarters. It's not like a handful of soldiers and fighter ships could protect all these people from Reapers. ]
Should we explore after we settle into our room, sweetheart? Or would you like to rest?