The cell I was assigned. Sort of like a prison within a prison, now.

[ meaning that she doesn't leave it much during the days. this particular foray had been something of a rarity -- a liberty taken as she'd chafed a little too much under rip's supervision. he means so well. peggy knows she does. but the oppressive ever-present community of the prison around them discourages her from meeting his care and concern with the sincerity it's owed.

so! other people get to wander around during the day before curfew brings them back to their cells. peggy, meanwhile, goes stir-crazy stuck in hers. at least the uptick in escapes means the cell itself is a little less crowded than it had been at the beginning. ]

Second level. Far end of the walkway.

[ at least she does make use of fitz's help. once on her feet, once he's positioned beside her, she fully leans on his offered arm as though he's a genuine crutch -- taking pressure and stress off her more injured side. without the usual boost of her heels, she's only shy an inch off his height. it makes for a new perspective, that's sure and certain. ]

I've been bunking down when a genuine swamp monster. [ ... ] It's been an experience.