[ she blinks with each of his shots. it can't be helped -- not under the press of close quarters and the exhausting last few days. but in reality, peggy's gesture is more charitably made than he might suspect. although she'd felt compelled to prove her own deft hand with her own traditional gun, she doesn't actually want to set rip up for failure. not least of all because she can make an educated guess that he's held and used guns like this one before. after all, not so long ago he'd alluded to blending in with a given time period.

even when he succeeds, her point is proven: ] See? You knew what to expect. I damn well didn't. It's a miracle I hit where I did.

[ and, of course, had she taken a second and third shot with the 'revolver' then she might have closed the distance all the better. ]

At least mine doesn't glow. [ a sniff, a shake of her head. imagine if you will the sort of trouble that would cause hidden beneath a skirt. ] Not terribly subtle, your piece.

[ peggy leans back against the wall and reclaims her tea -- drinking deep. truth be told, she could just about do with something a touch stronger now that they've mussed up the wall and probably startled folks on the floors below and above. ]