Peridot has given up on standing by this point, and slips into crouching down where she's still standing next to Childermass. She's watching Ignatius with that same concentrated stare, frowning thoughtfully.

"So. By 'what we represent', you mean what, exactly...?"

She can take a guess, but. It helps to hear the answer to even the most obvious questions in someone else's words, when you're trying to figure them out.