Jail Time
"There's a toilet?" Carol raised an eyebrow at his water comment and pointed vaguely in the direction of the toilet, clearly teasing. Maybe. "Tony. Yeah, we need to call Tony."
With that plan, she groaned and pushed herself up. Her back felt cold. Too much time on a cement floor. Shuffling over to the bars, she looked out, sighing. "I could just bend this..." She muttered as she tried to look down the hall toward the entrance, or an office, or anything.
It was with her hand on the bar that she first noticed something strange. A ring. Her eyes went wide. "Fuck." She muttered then looked over at Peter, searching his hand. "FUCK!" She shook her head, jaw tightening. "What do you remember? Please tell me this isn't what I think it is?" She held up her hand so he could see, already feeling a little panicked. Peter was a good guy. Definitely not the worst, but definitely not someone she had those kinds of feelings for.