[ She huffs out a laugh, gaze following the sweep of her arm to the cramped space beyond. ]

Delightful. [ It's dry but not overly so. She marks two beds, which is perfect if it remains just the two of them. If not, then it might get slightly complicated. Still, she suspects two women who have spent considerable time on warfronts can manage. ] And for the record, I'm not following you.

[ If she were, she wouldn't be so obvious. ]

Maybe our being contemporaries led to some sort of decision for selecting roommates. I can't say I mind. [ Peggy crosses around her to peer at the kitchen, lips pursed. ] This stove, on the other hand...

[ The odds of burning this place down seem higher than she'd like. ]