Peggy sighs with relief when the door shuts, though she'll deny it. She slides her hand into Steve's lightly as they walk for the hall, small comfort contact for a much longer and busier day than anticipated.

"It's not a toy, Rosalie," Peggy says, though there's not entirely a denial of her request. There are already plans for teaching all of the girls how to shoot properly. She removes her hand from Steve's and reaches for Josephine, lifting her carefully in just such a way that she stays sleeping, only making a tiny gurgly noise. There's clear experience in the process.