[ it's her turn to take back what belongs to her. in this case, it involves leaning leftward just enough to coax her ppk back out of his hands. but with her mug in one grip and the gun in her other, she isn't quick to reveal her holster all over again. ]

Worked. [ peggy isn't correcting him -- rather, the word nearly carries an interrogative. the barest hint of a question mark. she's rising to his defiance with a bit of her own. gladly, almost. ] Your Time Masters are finished, aren't they? Which leads me to think you're not much of a lawman any longer.

And it's not a crime here -- [ doubtless he'll confirm or deny whether that's true soon enough; it's not as though wonderland hasn't already crossed that line when it comes to peggy and technology. ] -- and besides, if you refuse I can always try my luck with the closets. See if I can't replicate it from memory.

[ peggy smirks. ] Which option do you think might result in the bigger disaster, hm? Mister Hunter?