[ Peter doesn't recover from the crash right away.
The impact knocked him unconscious for a few long minutes -- and wasn't that fun, waking up to the dulcet sounds of creaking metal and showering sparks? The first thing he had done was look for anyone familiar in the crowd around him, checked the bodies of the unconscious and the deceased just in case, before he finally scooped up his survival pack and the pack of a nearby John Doe and stepped out into the daylight.
Imagine his surprise when he finally spots a friendly face.
... Well, relatively friendly. (Do deadly assassins do friendly?)
He shoulders both bags and limps out (he's going to be damn sore tomorrow, he knows; crash landings like that are fun for absolutely no one), and in lieu of a proper greeting (Thank God you're here. I thought I was gonna have to deal with this shit by myself), he plops down to sit on the ground. He frowns at her, at the pile of packs she's already rummaged through, and almost looks disappointed. ]
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The impact knocked him unconscious for a few long minutes -- and wasn't that fun, waking up to the dulcet sounds of creaking metal and showering sparks? The first thing he had done was look for anyone familiar in the crowd around him, checked the bodies of the unconscious and the deceased just in case, before he finally scooped up his survival pack and the pack of a nearby John Doe and stepped out into the daylight.
Imagine his surprise when he finally spots a friendly face.
... Well, relatively friendly. (Do deadly assassins do friendly?)
He shoulders both bags and limps out (he's going to be damn sore tomorrow, he knows; crash landings like that are fun for absolutely no one), and in lieu of a proper greeting (Thank God you're here. I thought I was gonna have to deal with this shit by myself), he plops down to sit on the ground. He frowns at her, at the pile of packs she's already rummaged through, and almost looks disappointed. ]
I can't believe you started looting without me.