[ They're the same beds, but some are certainly more comfortable than others. And if comfort is gained from the bed's location rather than the mattress itself, well, she isn't telling. (But having met barely ten seconds ago, there's nothing to tell.) Peggy hugs the sheets to herself as her gaze drifts to the ceiling in thought — it's been a whirlwind few weeks, hasn't it? Hard to keep track, sometimes.

Really, she's pulling up a calendar on the neural interface. ]

A month ago, give or take a few days, [ she answers a moment later, pinning her focus back on him. She holds up the sheets. ] May I? [ And if permitted, she'll set them down on the bottom corner of the bed. ] I imagine anywhere is colder than New Amsterdam at the height of summer. You've just missed the worst of the heatwave, it's about twenty degrees cooler than it was when I arrived.

How are you settling in?