[ -- and it's that word that gets to her, in the end. friend. adjectives be damned. peggy might not know exactly how to help jane, but it's true enough that she cares a lot for the other woman. this friendship, out of all the scant few she's formed, has perhaps sneaked up on her most stealthily. at least with the others, there had been a bit of writing on the wall.

at least with rip hunter, for example, she could nearly taste the impending importance.

but here's jane: strong, reserved, marked by ill-use and tragedy. and somewhere along the line she'd stopped being merely a point of interest and more like a vital node. so! ]

Luckily for you, whiskey's in my house. [ a point jane doesn't need to be reminded of, surely, but it fills a gap where sentiment might otherwise tumble out. ] And I've had the occasion to be introduced to some rather fine ones. Recently.

[ she curls an arm around jane's bare shoulders and sways off-beat to the latter half of the song. ]