Pepper's expression is soft, sad but not pitying. "No, not Raine. Well, I talk to her all the time, but not about you. I could tell something was up." It's the truth, although she's omitting the full picture herself this time. She traces the lip of the mug, an almost absent motion that she's developed here when she gets pensive. "I'm not asking about what the specifics of the situation were, unless you want to explain it." Kratos has told her already. "I'm asking why you felt like you couldn't tell me the whole story."

And she's asking again, because he didn't answer.