[ --hm. god knows what a 'cortana' is, or why its name should be invoked in that moment. but peggy is patient (because she must be patient when one's conversational partner so towers above one). peggy waits out his silence, his pose, and his eventual return to stance.

the whole time her own muscles stay primed -- less so because of any perceived threat from him. he may be playing courteous, but she can't trust him. not at all. ]

A few of the empty labs. Quite a few of the of those small rooms like the where I woke up. I saw some vehicles out by the wall-- [ her head turns; her eyes fall upon a hinge in the corridor, one that presumably leads deeper into the compound. ] I'd hoped to find some sort of records room, but haven't had much luck.

[ she doesn't think to try the computers. she doesn't precisely know what they are, to be honest. ]