"Well, I don't recall inviting you," Peridot, too, managed to get to her feet, taking a few steps back from the two of them. If she registered Wash's explanation for his absence, it didn't show on her face beyond a slightly pursed lip and raised eyebrow. Planetary genocide did interest her, but there was no way she was going to get the whole story from him, now or possibly ever.

Her eyes were on Greg, except when they darted to the sides of the garden looking for escape routes. She was going to have to be ready to run. He was going to spill the beans. His actions during the fight had shown fairly clearly he didn't know what was good for him. How much could he care about what was good for her?