She thinks about leaning herself against him, but she holds back. Instead she squeezes his hand, a sign his actions are not unwelcome.

"I already have," Peggy admits. She pauses. "But that's for later. When they find out you've left and haul you back." There's a lightness in her tone of slight exaggeration, even if they both know the SSR will be all over him soon enough.

Work. She doesn't really want to talk about that right now. But she doesn't quite know what to bring up instead, either.