[ He says it dismissively, as if that could end the conversation. For one, it's not a bit of information he likes to share; it's something he keeps private, close to his heart, because it reminds him of being a dumb kid and looking up at the night sky and picking out constellations. For another, "My mom gave it to me" doesn't quite lend itself to the level of gravitas Peter's looking for, here.
Keeping the light trained on her and the area she's still working on, Peter glances around the fuselage. ]
no subject
[ He says it dismissively, as if that could end the conversation. For one, it's not a bit of information he likes to share; it's something he keeps private, close to his heart, because it reminds him of being a dumb kid and looking up at the night sky and picking out constellations. For another, "My mom gave it to me" doesn't quite lend itself to the level of gravitas Peter's looking for, here.
Keeping the light trained on her and the area she's still working on, Peter glances around the fuselage. ]
We done looting the recently deceased, or--?