[ He treats sympathy like pity but she doesn't attempt to correct it. Time heals all wounds but not this one, then. Curious — she'd expect the rawness from someone like her, only two years out of a war and still grappling with the ghosts, but not from someone with the long march of years between then and now. But who is she to gauge or judge?

Peggy presses her lips together in thought at the question. ]

You can always find something if you look hard enough, [ she says at length. ] What you find is another story altogether. But I've always been interested in stories.

[ About people, places, secret organisations that try to rule the world. That sort of thing. ]