The uniform. The questions. The way in which he doesn't understand. All of it sends a chill coursing through her blood -- and Peggy scrabbles within her thoughts to gain some idea of why he isn't half-so-shocked as she. Surely, it's no small thing to return from certain death. So why does he seem so cavalier?

Rather than appear flummoxed for another second, Peggy took the requisite moment to reclaim her composure. With a soft sigh, she walks to within a foot of him. Seeing him brings on a sweet pain, but she tamps it down in favour of the crisis at hand.

"Neither of us are meant to be here."