[He nods at her wince, her mutual understanding that Ray's eagerness might well know no bounds should he discover just what they each had been up to during the event--and equally, afterwards. Nothing like a "date," of course, but weekly evenings spent together, sharing drinks and each other's company.

Which, one could argue, is exactly what they'd done during those days not spent as themselves. Right down to Rip providing the whiskey.

But she asks something else first, and Rip gives her a frown and a dry "we must" at the same moment Peggy herself utters the words. They hadn't been themselves, no, but their meeting had indeed been a date; Rip can recall the nervous excitement that the version of himself then had felt when gathering the bits and bobs necessary.

And how each time he considered the fact that he did have a date with "Lambeth," he couldn't keep himself from smiling.

Back to the matter at hand, however. Peggy updates him on the situation, in a manner reminiscent of offering up a report on mission status. He shakes his head at the end of it, at Peggy's amazement of what Ray might have been convinced of.]

You were rather good as a PA, from what I recall--and Dr. Palmer is quite trusting of people. [A trait that's been both good and bad at times.] He has the ability to quite willfully see the best in everyone, and believe in positive outcomes.

And he considers you friends, so why would he assume you might tell him anything but the truth?