[Even with the cacophony that erupts from the box as the scene unfolds, Rip finds his attentions drawn back to the woman beside him. The shift in her demeanor might not be so noticeable to anyone who doesn't know her, who hasn't spent Wednesday after Wednesday learning what those subtle changes in her posture might mean--but Rip has, and her reactions from concern to dismay to anger all cement for him that Sharon must in fact be the great-niece Peggy had spoken of long ago, whom had such lofty expectations of the woman she knew as her great-aunt.
Well. Rip can't quite say he's too surprised, given his own brief conversations with the woman. Yet his own history with Sharon aside, he could read the ultimate hypocrisy of Peggy's final proclamation even from a distance. He pauses only for a moment before he replies, watching her mechanically push about food now utterly uncared for, damn certain that her ire with Sharon at least comes from a place of caring.
Even if anyone overhearing might think it's a rather terrible thing to say.]
Because of course you did nothing of the sort when you discovered the box here yesterday. [It's a guess, founded in what Peggy's said and her familiarity with the path to this particular viewing spot, not at all far from the box in question. He's willing to assume in good faith that Peggy wouldn't dream of touching the thing; he will not willfully blind himself, however, to how she is damn likely to act.]
Yet as regrettable as it is that she was "forced" into it, consider the results. [Sympathy takes a far backseat in the moment as Rip turns his side towards the display, able to still see it on the periphery even as his focus turns to Peggy directly.] We know what happens on the surface, and equally, we now know someone who can be observed for any unwarned of results. Unfortunate circumstances aside, this could potentially be turned to our advantage.
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Well. Rip can't quite say he's too surprised, given his own brief conversations with the woman. Yet his own history with Sharon aside, he could read the ultimate hypocrisy of Peggy's final proclamation even from a distance. He pauses only for a moment before he replies, watching her mechanically push about food now utterly uncared for, damn certain that her ire with Sharon at least comes from a place of caring.
Even if anyone overhearing might think it's a rather terrible thing to say.]
Because of course you did nothing of the sort when you discovered the box here yesterday. [It's a guess, founded in what Peggy's said and her familiarity with the path to this particular viewing spot, not at all far from the box in question. He's willing to assume in good faith that Peggy wouldn't dream of touching the thing; he will not willfully blind himself, however, to how she is damn likely to act.]
Yet as regrettable as it is that she was "forced" into it, consider the results. [Sympathy takes a far backseat in the moment as Rip turns his side towards the display, able to still see it on the periphery even as his focus turns to Peggy directly.] We know what happens on the surface, and equally, we now know someone who can be observed for any unwarned of results. Unfortunate circumstances aside, this could potentially be turned to our advantage.