[ She follows him into the bedroom when he carries on the conversation, her gait hardly carrying a trace of a limp now that she's had some time to recover. But she doesn't cross beyond the doorway, leaning against it instead with her arms crossed as she watches him fuss with the bed. ]
It is, [ she agrees. It's why she still goes out and about in her trademark 1940s style β the trademark is what she's after. So the second she does other work, all of that disappears and Peggy Carter with it, replaced by a nondescript native. But: ] Don't be so hard on yourself, Eggsy. We only ever accounted for me going undercover, not the pair of us. How were we supposed to know the entire assignment would go to hell in a hand basket?
[ She exhales. The thing is, she should have known. Account for every possible outcome. She's not green. But robots? ]
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It is, [ she agrees. It's why she still goes out and about in her trademark 1940s style β the trademark is what she's after. So the second she does other work, all of that disappears and Peggy Carter with it, replaced by a nondescript native. But: ] Don't be so hard on yourself, Eggsy. We only ever accounted for me going undercover, not the pair of us. How were we supposed to know the entire assignment would go to hell in a hand basket?
[ She exhales. The thing is, she should have known. Account for every possible outcome. She's not green. But robots? ]