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Pyotr glanced at the small woman beside him, an inscrutable expression on his face. When he had accepted the job, the employer had failed to mention that he would not be working alone. He supposed that, from the employer's perspective, more security for the transport of his package was a good thing. For the mercenary, however, the extra help was more liable to be a hindrance.

He had no idea what was in the package and he did not particularly care, but he did care that his skills were being so blatantly insulted. What use could this little female be? He was more than capable of dealing with any potential complications on his own.

Still, it would be bad business sense for him to do anything blatant to get rid of her. He probably should not even resort to creative problem-solving, tempting though it may be. It seemed he would be stuck with her for a few more days.

In truth, Pyotr had completely forgotten about food and such frivolities as lunch until his...companion produced her pie. It was not that he did not get hungry - he did. It was simply that he was used to long rides with few stops. Meals, usually cold trail rations, were eaten in the saddle unless camp was made. It was the way of a cavalry man and though he had not been in the military for a few years, such habits were difficult to break.

He looked at the proffered package for a moment before shaking his head. It was not out of a desire to spare Liesel's rations that he declined; it was because he was too damn suspicious to readily accept food from a stranger. He doubted it was poisoned, but one never knew. It would be a sorry way to die. Besides, he did not take charity. His pride would not allow it.

"I have my own rations," he said before pulling out some food of his own. Now that she had reminded him of sustenance, he might as well keep his energy up.