That whole time, even while Pete cleaned himself off and got dressed in a lot more casual fare than was his usual, because it was what was on hand, that one word question echoed in his mind. Anything? Just what had he gotten himself into, he wondered? Nothing good, he was sure.
It was all he could do not to grab Kira in a tight hug the minute he saw her, but he respected her too much for that. She was an equal, not some frail chippie that needed coddling. She had pretty much said so herself on more than one occasion, if not in so many words. Pete's hair looked sable black when damp, and his skin looked very smooth, fresh from the shower like he was.
"So... talk to me," he said, and he was proud of the lack of hesitation in his tone when he spoke.