[ her head turns. she looks up, over her shoulder, to where rip is only briefly paused -- and there's a prickle of discomfort along her spine like being back at st-martin-in-the-fields and having an invigilator stand over her during exams. their gaze meets (only for a moment) and peggy reminds herself that this is anything but that.

this is meant to be teamwork. of a type.

so she hears him out. and maybe it could work if she talked it through with tony, she realizes, only he hasn't been by to see her since saturday. unusual, for him. silently she makes a mental note to seek him out on the morrow. track him down. make certain he's doing alright... ]

Of course, [ she gives voice to a hunch she's bandied about her own thoughts for weeks now, ] it might yet be a word I've never known. Could be possible.

[ she raises it like a theory, but it rings like a question. she wants support in this -- or, at least, another clever brain to check her math and make certain she's thinking with more than her nerves. ]

After all, there are so many of them I never heard before coming here. Avengers, the Winter Soldier, Iron Man, inhumans.

[ so none of those, obviously. but it speaks a little to how she's been trawling through her own mental databases -- looking for the thought-equivalent of an eye-slip.

clearing her throat, she flips pages until she finds again the one where he posits uses for the item he'd received a few events ago. ] It's all very thorough, however. Well done.