[ Nebula snorts. So far the only information they have is 'poking around,' and that poking around has ended up in a grand total of zero new information. She's not counting the bank, they clearly wanted people to go there — their names on keys were a pointed direction to tell them they were known and watched. ]
[ Her eyes follow where Peter's go - to the Walkman. This idiot was overly sentimental yet, wasn't he? (Fond/Affectionate) She tears her eyes away and gives a slight tilting shake of her head: ]
Then we'll find them.
[ Said in the tone of 'there's no debate there'. Then ambling on, ]
no subject
[ Her eyes follow where Peter's go - to the Walkman. This idiot was overly sentimental yet, wasn't he? (Fond/Affectionate) She tears her eyes away and gives a slight tilting shake of her head: ]
Then we'll find them.
[ Said in the tone of 'there's no debate there'. Then ambling on, ]
Are you going to keep it?