"I was thinking," she answers sharply, reaching for a ledger that probably doesn't need immediate attention but serves to make her look authoritative and busy, "of letting you handle it, since that's your area of expertise, and I was, furthermore, thinking of getting some work done without being badgered by a couple of children." She eyes him, and then, very significantly, eyes the door.
Petra doesn't need telling twice and immediately drops a clumsy curtsy--it's not something she's used to doing--and scuttles out into the hallway, heading for the lot behind the Swan as fast as her bare feet will take her.
