"Things are...satisfactory, I suppose." Things are not satisfactory, not by a long stretch of the mind. Things are decidedly odd and overly welcoming, and yet subtly disturbing, and Peggy, frankly, can't make up her mind about this place.

What she does understand is discretion is immensely important.

And she'd prefer that no one come near her mind ever again.

His demeanor has her on off footing and she folds her arms across her chest and gazes just past his ear. "I did wonder how long it would take for you to come and find me."