The Time Masters chose it. [It's the natural response, even though Rip immediately looks as if he regrets saying it. But with the metaphorical cat out of the bag, there's not much to stop him from continuing on in anticipation of the next question.] It was standard protocol for those training to become Captains. Our real identities are kept hidden to prevent someone from going back in time and attacking our ancestors--or decedents.

[But it had done no good; of course not. The Time Masters used Savage as their weapon, and Rip frowns sharply even as Peggy continues on.]

When she followed the recipe. But she rarely ever did. She always thought there would be a better way. [Outside of the box, against the rules, in violation of protocol. In frustration Rip tosses the half-eaten tart back into the box. His appetite is gone, even though he still holds the mug in a white-knuckled grip.]