[ Harry directs his query to the man currently pinned under her but she's the one who looks up at it, brows furrowed. She's heard that saying before — not that it isn't a familiar one to begin with, but not often quoted as far as she's aware. But he's the second man to say it, the first time being Eggsy at the fight club outside Olympia, and she'd almost been out of earshot for that one. Curious that two very different people (to her knowledge) would use it under rather similar circumstances.

But that's a puzzle to be sorted out later. Peggy's expression easily transforms into a pleasant smile, as if they'd encountered each other on an evening stroll and not, well. This. ]

Or perhaps we share a habit of finding trouble, if not the other way around. I'd offer you a handkerchief for your mouth, but my hands are full at the moment.

[ The fellow under her knee seems to think escape is rather unlikely, now that reinforcements have arrived. He's squirming a great deal less, at any rate. She leans in, anyway, voice light — although there's no denying the touch of steel in it, either. ]

Now I'm sure that apology was entirely sincere but I'm afraid I've no intentions of letting you up unless you answer one little thing for me. [ One manicured nail taps the M on his wrist. ] What does this stand for?

[ Except the man doesn't have any answer for her. Maybe he honestly doesn't know, maybe he's gone and branded himself without understanding what he was getting into. That's the impression she gets, anyway. This may very well be a dead end, but she's got one more trick up her sleeve if that's the case. ]