[ A familiar accent doesn't necessarily mean a familiar country but there's a comfort in hearing it, all the same. Peggy glances to the gentleman at her side and her lips quirk β not necessarily amused, but an acknowledgement of his response. And she can't help but think back to the previous wave of refugees, how they were welcomed with open arms as this crop had been, although there's no telling which group this man was with.
She doesn't recognise him, but she doesn't know most of the people in this room, even with being here nearly a year. ]
Not always, [ she replies quietly, tapping a manicured nail against her glass of untouched whiskey. ] They did shoot down airships of refugees a few months ago. But I suppose they've since changed their tune, given all this. [ Then she turns towards him and extends a hand. ] Peggy Carter.
SO SORRY for the delay, rl got real
She doesn't recognise him, but she doesn't know most of the people in this room, even with being here nearly a year. ]
Not always, [ she replies quietly, tapping a manicured nail against her glass of untouched whiskey. ] They did shoot down airships of refugees a few months ago. But I suppose they've since changed their tune, given all this. [ Then she turns towards him and extends a hand. ] Peggy Carter.