[Breq waves the suggestion off, continuing to emote, this time with a hint of amusement of her own.] I'll simply accept an offer of tea.
[Her hesitation at the second part is much more noticable-- she spends an entire three seconds processing it, weighing the potential outcomes. Right now, her armor is an apparent rarity in the quarantine, something unique. It gives her an edge against any adversaries she might encounter. On the other hand, she doesn't have outright enemies here, and if the internal unit she has breaks or malfunctions, she only has the most rudimentary knowledge of how the device could be dealt with properly, even if she could access it herself.
In the end, she turns her attention completely on Tony with penetrating stare.]
no subject
[Her hesitation at the second part is much more noticable-- she spends an entire three seconds processing it, weighing the potential outcomes. Right now, her armor is an apparent rarity in the quarantine, something unique. It gives her an edge against any adversaries she might encounter. On the other hand, she doesn't have outright enemies here, and if the internal unit she has breaks or malfunctions, she only has the most rudimentary knowledge of how the device could be dealt with properly, even if she could access it herself.
In the end, she turns her attention completely on Tony with penetrating stare.]
Define 'a peek.'