[She calls out to him, and he looks up, flashing a bit of a smile in her direction as he moves over to where she is. There's a bottle of scotch in front of her, which gets a bit of a nod from him. He's not about to argue with a woman with good taste.
So he slides into the seat next to her, setting the shield down so that it's out of the way, but Peggy might note that it's definitely in easy reach- just in case. She doesn't look like the woman he knew, but there's something familiar he can't quite put his finger on, maybe in how she holds herself.]
Nice to finally meet you face to face, Peggy.
[He's no slouch with technology; it comes with being a Soviet operative working through the decades, but the whole dating on your phone was still a little weird to him.
There were stories here- with the shield, and everything else, but he wasn't quite sure where to start. So he settles for shrugging his shoulders and looking at her with what's probably an attempt at charming.]
So do we start with the drinks or the talkin'?
[His accent, she might note, is more Southern with a touch of Jersey than it is Brooklyn.]
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So he slides into the seat next to her, setting the shield down so that it's out of the way, but Peggy might note that it's definitely in easy reach- just in case. She doesn't look like the woman he knew, but there's something familiar he can't quite put his finger on, maybe in how she holds herself.]
Nice to finally meet you face to face, Peggy.
[He's no slouch with technology; it comes with being a Soviet operative working through the decades, but the whole dating on your phone was still a little weird to him.
There were stories here- with the shield, and everything else, but he wasn't quite sure where to start. So he settles for shrugging his shoulders and looking at her with what's probably an attempt at charming.]
So do we start with the drinks or the talkin'?
[His accent, she might note, is more Southern with a touch of Jersey than it is Brooklyn.]