It feels strange, how Roman's hand is so much larger than hers, how their fingers curl against each other. It's not just that this is happening, but that Peter's a girl when it is. It just makes it even stranger.

Peter was no great feminist, never had been, really, which made being a girl an even more awkward experience. Turns out that she didn't spontaneously start believing in rainbows and floating cupcakes or whatever else it had seemed lived in their heads. Admittedly, Lyds and Jules had done a lot to get rid of at least some of those notions of non-Romani girls to begin with, but still.

"Assholes. If they're going to trap people here, they should at least give them their creature comforts." Peter still doesn't know about Roman's job, doesn't know where he's working, though she'd find it kind of... inspiring, if nothing else. She shrugs his shoulders at the question, eyes him with those bright blues.

"Too much fucking trouble. I just drive Lynda's if I really need to."

Which had happened all of pretty much never. Really, if Peter couldn't walk there, it was probably just too much effort anyway.