[ the polite thing to do would be to leave a message -- a simple 'i'm on my way' or else any suggestion that she was, indeed, en route. but peggy economizes her words. she uses as few as she can -- while still maintaining some grace -- and so her communications device is already pocketed once her coat is buttoned and her boots are laced. she's wearing slacks today. it's a precaution against the cold. nevertheless, she appears polished. put together.
and when she reaches the checkerboard hills there is already a slight flush in her cheeks from the wintery air. she shades her eyes and looks upwards, preferring to look for iron man rather than the divots and craters he's left behind. ]
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and when she reaches the checkerboard hills there is already a slight flush in her cheeks from the wintery air. she shades her eyes and looks upwards, preferring to look for iron man rather than the divots and craters he's left behind. ]