"All right, all riiiiight," she cooed at him, deciding to at least appease this paranoid side of him for the moment. She'd seen this sort of behavior from him before.
Normally, Ginger wasn't one to mind attention and eyes all on her. In fact, she reveled in it. But the way Peter just seemed to be staring holes into her was weird and so unlike him. She coundn't comprehend it. "I'm not going anywhere," she piped up as the rush of air hit her, the temperature change from inside the library into the night outside made her glad Peter had given her his jacket.
His hand took hers and a smile graced her lips as they walked. "What kind've things?"