Trust is an issue. Apart from one face in particular, she hasn't drummed up enough trust to go 'round this menagerie of mysterious strangers. So when the man with the bow and arrows strolls on by, Peggy allows instinct to put a little wire and steel into her frame. She goes tense. But not too tense. After all, she's more spy than warrior. Brawling's not her first desire.

"They weren't so difficult to find," she raises her chin. Indeed, she knows where most of the keys are for most of the wheel-sets in this makeshift motor pool.