[ quentin reels off "the basics" and peter winces slightly: food, water, bandages and alcohol are all exactly the supplies anyone who'd just been through a torrid two weeks of fighting would need. it's hard to ignore the edge of guilt creeping in the more he thinks about it, so—

he'd not think about it, but that's not exactly him, so he's going to park it to one side for now and come back to it later. the question quentin asks about going out to the lighthouse serves as a suitable enough distraction, though not an entirely pleasant one. he pauses just long enough to take a breath, attention shifting away from quentin and out towards the water, then back again. ]

Yeah. To hook Robin back up to the network. [ beat; he rubs a hand against his brow. ] It was just a case of hooking up some wires, but we got attacked — there and in the town. We didn't know how bad it was until we got back. [ another pause, and the corners of his lips quirk downwards, just momentarily. ] Kinda like this, actually.

[ he doesn't think he needs to point out that he agrees with quentin regarding leaving robin out there alone. privately though, he's kind of surprised — after everything, he thought quentin, if not hated, at least strongly disliked her. ]