[ It comes out instinctively, born from a little fear (kidnapping is a familiar case, in the end) and apology: ]

Kidnapping? With these hands?

[ She jazz-fingers at him, her mouth curved into an apologetic kind of mue. ]

Peter. [ A beat, then with a lift of her brows: ] Do you also pick a peck of pickled peppers? Please say you do. I'm in space, the odds are high with this one.