Peter doesn't turn around. If he does, he's going to see Liz again, and it's just going to make his problem worse than it is already. He's already trying to focus on something else, even though the image of Liz in her cute, matching lingerie keeps rising to the surface.
"A bomb?" Peter's voice cracks a little. "Again?" What was with it with his life and bombs? Most people didn't have one encounter with a bomb, but in the last twelve months, he somehow managed to have two.
"What do you -- what do you think we should do with it?" Peter looks up. Getting it really far away from the city, somewhere up in the air wasn't really an option; there wasn't enough space between the city and the dome-shaped top of the station for it to go off without potentially puncturing a hole straight through it and sucking all of them into the endless chasm of space. "Do we -- do we try to disarm it? Bring it in? Someone's going to ask how we got a bomb in the first place and I'm not -- not sure what we're going to tell them."
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"A bomb?" Peter's voice cracks a little. "Again?" What was with it with his life and bombs? Most people didn't have one encounter with a bomb, but in the last twelve months, he somehow managed to have two.
"What do you -- what do you think we should do with it?" Peter looks up. Getting it really far away from the city, somewhere up in the air wasn't really an option; there wasn't enough space between the city and the dome-shaped top of the station for it to go off without potentially puncturing a hole straight through it and sucking all of them into the endless chasm of space. "Do we -- do we try to disarm it? Bring it in? Someone's going to ask how we got a bomb in the first place and I'm not -- not sure what we're going to tell them."