[ she isn't the bartender, no. but she certainly has an empty seat beside her and her dregs of space-whiskey. (which isn't quite as satisfying as real whiskey, but never-ye-mind.) peggy taps the edge of her glass with an impatient finger, suggesting to the bartender to refill hers when he bothers to bring the stranger next to her his beer. ]
It's certainly not the most appealing place we've stopped. [ she, too, entertains a kind of wry and unhappy britishism lurking in the shadows of her vowels. peggy carter, ignorant that she should sit next to a shield agent, nevertheless sizes him up with a sideways glance. ]
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It's certainly not the most appealing place we've stopped. [ she, too, entertains a kind of wry and unhappy britishism lurking in the shadows of her vowels. peggy carter, ignorant that she should sit next to a shield agent, nevertheless sizes him up with a sideways glance. ]
And yet -- nor is it the worst.