Something in Nerys understood Peggy's reluctance. More people meant difficulty in consensus, meant indecision. If they got things in order first, then they could take stock and come at the situation from a better vantage point.

Also, if she was being honest, she wasn't sure she wanted to (or could, if she was being really honest) deal with a good dozen confused, scared people, all of whom had arrived in the same traumatic way, if the dripping clothes had anything to indicate it. She wasn't sure if she could even fully deal with herself yet without time to process. It'd been one of the biggest lessons to learn, in the Resistance, to make time to think, feel, react, whenever you could.

"I follow you," she said, pushing herself up to her feet. "Shall we?"