Redhawk Caldera We are, we are a different kind

Finley's question snapped him out of it. Peregrine's mouth closed with a sudden click and he blinked at her. "What?" he replied in a tone that was both defensive and sheepish. Guilty as charged! Except not, unless it was possible to get high on fantasies of Fox. "No. No, I was just... thinking thoughts. That's all. Don't judge me!"

His eyes flicked sideways to Elwood and the sight of the pewter Gamma reminded him of something. He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it. He shut it again, only to reopen it a second later and ask something else. "Have you two seen my wife? That's what I was actually doing: looking for her." Yeah.