She softens a little at the very name. For all that Peggy has been able to keep a stoic exterior on any number of subjects, Steve isn't one of them. "1947," she says first, because it's better than having to talk about the latter question, which she knows is going to be a point of discussion. "How did you know Steve?" she asks, allowing that to be her answer without an actual confirmation that she did know him, once.

"I'm afraid he's been gone for some time, now," she explains, the more time that passes, the longer she's able to regain control of her emotions. She keeps her voice steady, her face impassive. If they're going to talk about the death of her second love, then she will not let it reduce her to tears.