The idea that they were in a deadlock wasn't exactly reassuring. Disheartening, maybe, was the right word for it, and she could see in Peter's body language that he felt the same way. There wasn't much point to dragging out something depressing like that, especially when they agreed on it. Certain things could be left on the unspoken level of agreement and at this point she was kind of wishing this was one of those things that had, even if she had been the one to push it.
"Yeah," she murmured understandingly, "me either." There was distance in her gaze as she stared down at her hands in her lap uselessly, feeling dwarfed by the sheer goliath of an issue that taking on the institute and Landel with it was proving to be -- she'd been hoping that by now, she'd be home. Especially now that her time in the institute was closing in on a week.
"I'll figure something out." The comment was decisive, but she suddenly backtracked some when she looked back up at him. "We'll figure something out. But, I've got to tackle this thing with Pete first, and …" She shook her head. It wasn't that Peter had been unhelpful. It was just that she'd screwed herself so several that any help at all was going to have to come in the form of a miracle. She'd been in worse spots before, though, and maybe if she delayed it just a little further …
"Maybe tomorrow we can get a group together or something. Round people up and come up with some kind of plan. If we want this to go anywhere, we need to work together. We need help."
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"Yeah," she murmured understandingly, "me either." There was distance in her gaze as she stared down at her hands in her lap uselessly, feeling dwarfed by the sheer goliath of an issue that taking on the institute and Landel with it was proving to be -- she'd been hoping that by now, she'd be home. Especially now that her time in the institute was closing in on a week.
"I'll figure something out." The comment was decisive, but she suddenly backtracked some when she looked back up at him. "We'll figure something out. But, I've got to tackle this thing with Pete first, and …" She shook her head. It wasn't that Peter had been unhelpful. It was just that she'd screwed herself so several that any help at all was going to have to come in the form of a miracle. She'd been in worse spots before, though, and maybe if she delayed it just a little further …
"Maybe tomorrow we can get a group together or something. Round people up and come up with some kind of plan. If we want this to go anywhere, we need to work together. We need help."