Penelope pulled away, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Remember that you are working on my team, Mr. Craw," she said quietly. "I will let this by for now but know that you do not have the right to disobey my orders."
"If I'm not allowed to help, then there is less say, but I agree that I will still listen," he replied, his voice cold.
Poppy was still asleep, but she wrapped her arms around him instinctively, resting her head just under his collarbone. "Hello, Craw," she murmured, still mostly asleep.
Poppy shifted slightly, but didn’t wake up, her brow furrowing. Penelope pursed her lips. “I don’t have time for this,” she said flatly, reaching over to shake Poppy’s shoulder violently. “Wake. Up!”
Poppy’s eyes flew open and she instinctively reached for her belt, pulling her dart gun off her hip and pointing it at Penelope.
She looked over at him, her eyes wide before shaking her head, exhaling as she dropped the gun. “Ach. Sorry. Sorry.”
