Pete looks up at her, her brow furrowing, but he doesn't ask her to expand. He can only imagine what she's referring to -- the Capitol's Patrolmen, maybe, or the other gang that had been involved in the wall blast last October. But he's not yet sure he really wants to know all the details of who's gunning for the Dog Park.
Though he has no way of knowing, Pete would be reassured by the realization that he's not the only one trying to not read into everything that's being said and done. "That's really nice of you," he says, following her into her Airstream. He can't help the way he's obviously looking around, assessing the interior and comparing it to the converted space that he calls home, before he takes a seat at the table. "We do have a curfew to figure out. Today we should be back before it comes, but depending..." He shrugs one shoulder with a genial smile. "You never know when babies are going to come, you know?"
The question of how he'll get out of the UMCB if it's after curfew isn't something he wants to think about yet, but he files it away as something to figure out later with Lita.
"You know," he adds, "I think I actually know the Adelaide you're talking about." Besides the whole 'in-cahoots-with-the-Dog-King thing. "I actually, um. She was my patient, when she was pregnant herself."