She shook her head. "Not really. But we should, right? I mean, if we were in trouble and setting off fireworks ... I'd want someone to come help us."
Bluegrey gaze shifted to Peter, but she'd left him alone for short periods before. He'd probably be all right. She pressed a kiss to his muzzle, rubbing his forehead one more time before she eased away from him.
"I just hope ... you know. Whoever it is isn't like that last asshole we ran into." She flushed a little at the language; she wasn't much for swearing - but that guy really had been a jerk.