Aha. This old horse and cart. Peggy kept her lip buttoned -- because she didn't feel the need to stomp her feet and make noise over what her perceived value ought to be for a mission such as this one. Nor was it entirely appropriate to retort (however acidly) that her shirt was anything but stuffed. Particularly because she knew that wasn't at all what he'd meant --

"A desk is all well and good," she concluded, "so long as there is worthy work being done at it."

Because Peggy didn't spurn the paperwork, she merely wanted to be involved with it. Signing reports, rather than delivering them. Or depositing coffee mugs in their general vicinity. In a twist of cruel fate, it took losing the Chief and nearly losing Howard before the SSR gave Peggy Carter her dues. Doubtless, Thompson would never have signed off on this mission had it not been for what had happened with Leviathan.

"And the same can be said for the field. I follow the trail of what needs doing, Logan," she said his name with a mild reserve. Gentle, almost. To prove she wasn't arguing. "And then I do it. It's only ever been as simple as that."

And to prove her point, she took the first bold step down their intended steep incline. Still anchored by him, of course.