[The boy's enthusiasm would seem to know no bounds; Rip in turn arches an eyebrow up as Peter rambles on, not allowing a word to be uttered between one question and the next. Then he's gone, quick as you like, only to return later with a newfound sense of restraint.

Rip's rather curious to see just how long it might last.]

Is she? About time. [Because naturally Peggy hasn't been content to simply stay put and recover, oh no. Rip's caught her sitting, standing, even venturing outside her cell, and more than once. But even without an injury so severe as hers, this place would tax one's endurance. With her ribs, Rip has little doubt that Peggy's having to push herself infinitely harder to accomplish even the most simple things.

Of course, Peter's overeager attempts to care for her may have already woken her. Still, Rip will spare Peter by not telling him that Peggy's a light sleeper—and just how he happens to know that.

But there are other details he'll share readily enough. For example? The surprise that comes into his expression when Peter mentions that Peggy fed him.] You must have caught her at just the right moment—although she has claimed to be a rather terrible cook.

[Still. It's interesting that she would offer Peter up anything. Perhaps because they are apparently from the same world—or so one would assume, given the boy's awareness of her past.]

Good to have it confirmed.