A woman did not rise through British army intelligence on a pretty face alone -- though God knows it helped. Peggy's expression was one of haunting hurt and hollowed eyes, but she mustered enough verve and emotion to look proper pissed. It hadn't taken long to go from seeing him heal to understanding that he was something...special. Peggy was no stranger to special. Wincing, she tucked her injured arm against her belly and flexed the bloody fingers despite the cost of doing so. This was how she drew attention to his blood.

"You're extraordinary." She said it like an accusation. Like a charge.