"Hmm," Pete hummed, staring down the hall that Snow had disappeared down. She stuck her tongue out in the direction of where the nasty woman had been, out of the view of Ashling. She had decided immediately upon meeting Snow that she did not like her, and it was probably a mutual feeling. She didn't care for rules, and never had. Snow's words only made Pete regret not sneaking away even more. Her cheeks turned red with her childish anger. She spun back around to face Ash and pulled her legs up so she sat cross-legged. In seconds the heat in her face faded away.

She was completely unaware of Ashling's inner dilemmas and oblivious to her sensitivities. Thankfully, however, Pete did not tell Ashling that she knew Snow was lying. She could tell. That bitter old woman would never send children after something she valued. She was the type who would go do it herself, because no one could do it as well as she could. No, Pete did not tell Ashling that, crushing the girl's secret hopes that there were people worth trusting. Instead, Pete fibbed and played along with Snow's game.

"You want to play the game with me?" Pete was thrilled, but the surprise registered in her voice. "Well, come on, then! We have an adventure to go on!" Pretending to search for the -- wait, what was it again? Some sort of trinket, right? Ah, no matter -- thingy-ma-jig was a perfect excuse to explore every nook and cranny of this weird brothel slash Weirdo Headquarters. "And for goodness sake, Ash," Pete said, grinning as she grabbed the other girl's hand and began dragging her down the hall and she flew along. "It's Pete. It's [i]just[/i] Pete."