[ She swings the rucksack onto both shoulders now as they set off, thumbs hooked into the straps. All she owns in this new world are the clothes and bag on her back. It's a grim thought, having to rebuild a life, but she'll just have to manage. Fitz' offer earns a sideways glance and she does weigh it for a beat or two. But ultimately? ]

In due time, I think.

[ She's still processing. The personal details can wait, she thinks, until she's at least had some food and a good night's rest. She does believe the drugs effects have faded, about six hours from her unceremonious entry into this city, but they've left her feeling unsteady in the wake (not just the revelations the other man has dumped in her lap). She can only focus on so many things and while it frustrates her to not be in tip-top shape, she knows herself well enough to allow the easier pace.

She doesn't want to make any mistakes, stumble into any misunderstandings. ]

A debrief on the city and our situation will do for now. [ Peggy exhales slowly, thinking back to the hazy blur of the caves. ] I know the basics. I was approached by several people who claimed to have arrived under similar circumstances and one other gentleman said what you did — that you were sent to find us on behalf of someone else.

[ Morningstar, she means. But she knows, from how Fitz gave up the name, that she shouldn't say it out loud here. ]

In all honesty, I'm still working on trusting you. So how do I know I can trust them?