[ although there's something still well-buttoned and well-ironed to her appearance, peggy isn't quite in her usual prim'n'proper best. instead of heels, it's boots. instead of a tailored skirt, it's trousers. and although she's often armed more discreetly, today her holster is boldly on her hip. a bit of leather caps off the handle, hiding the pistol below.

she also looks as though she's dressed to go outside. warmth and comfort aren't absent from her outfit. even so, she's hardly in a rush. and when natasha finds her and falls into step, there's nothing unwelcome about her company. her stride slows. in fact, there's a near-friendliness in her expression as she addresses the other woman: ]

Something like that. [ this is better, she thinks. peggy finds the adult far more approachable than the child. but that's nothing unique to natasha; she'd fumbled a great many conversations with a great many younger versions, during that weekend. ] It's good to see you're yourself once more. [ a beat. ] Well. The more current version of yourself, at least, no matter how relative that standard might be in a place like this.

[ she doesn't even bother to chew her way around it, then. best to just tackle the assumption head-on. ]