Well. He was soon treated to another dip in her poise. "Canadian--?" Peggy queried, surprised to learn the SSR's meagre file on the man had missed even that much. She'd met him once in France and had assumed (rather earnestly) that he was with the Americans. Truthfully, this gap in her intelligence seemed to bother her miles more than his sarcastic advances.

Her lip curled. "Well. I suppose that explains the smell."