And Soh did what she needed to do, cloaking her rage in chilly courtesy. Soh pulls a prayer from deep in her gut, now, and sends it upward. She prays that she will never lay eyes on Henry Pepper again. Except, maybe, once. Just long enough to walk up to that boy and slap him in his face. Which, of course, is just a fantasy. Soh would never do such a thing.
