[ This is the last thing she expects and it shows in a flutter of surprise across her face before she schools it into something a little more mild. It's cryptic, but not so much so that she can't read meaning into it β but what is it, precisely? Without a point of reference, it's difficult to assume the specifics. The other woman has her at a disadvantage, knowing who she is while Peggy remains in the dark. But far be it from her to admit as much.
She studies Natasha briefly, just a flicker of her gaze, but the clothes tell her nothing. They aren't similar to hers, but the station caters to all sorts. She can't glean a time or place from them or her accent. Peggy's smile hasn't faltered and her voice remains light as she asks, ]
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She studies Natasha briefly, just a flicker of her gaze, but the clothes tell her nothing. They aren't similar to hers, but the station caters to all sorts. She can't glean a time or place from them or her accent. Peggy's smile hasn't faltered and her voice remains light as she asks, ]
And what friend is that?