It was a testament to months of learned control that the only real indication of unsettlment was that the cutlery kept in a plastic holder to the right of Thomas's hand began to jolt and bounce against one another. He didn't need to ask. It was already done.
She had thought it a question, one beneath the expedited explanation of what exactly the threat faced was. Pepper was loyal, it ran through her veins along with the blood in them, it was as much an indomitable part of her as the freckles that stood out in livid relief as she paled.
"What do you mean, it's already done?" Her voice had thinned, uncertainty was halting in her throat. "Thomas, what have you done?"