[ the kettle keeps working. peggy turns her back on it, she ignores the first soft bubbling of boiling water, and fixes her attention wholly on the other woman. feeling happy, feeling it for her, is easy. it's in expressing it that peggy finds her struggle. she rubs a hand along the back of her neck and thinks about rushing the sofa -- about hugging jane -- and even manages something close to a half-step in her direction. ]

I'm -- Jane, that's wonderful news. The sort of news that's once in a lifetime. [ or twice in a lifetime if you're peggy carter and dead people keep on getting up and walking around again. ] Is she well? Did Patterson have any details to give you?