"He's as strong as his support system lets him be." She countered, eyes still narrowed. "And he's got a big one." Not that his large group of friends and acquaintances meant all this wouldn't push Peter over that edge, but she couldn't think that way. She refused to.
Ginger's eyes wandered around the cafe for a quick moment. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but if this woman tried to pull anything, Ginger knew she would have to be quick. Her eyes darted back to the cold, calcuating face across from her. There was almost no hesitation from her, her words rushed, nearly desparate. "Would you really take it away?" Even if she said yes, nothing was a garauntee with this woman.