Peggy's not always so forward about grabbing onto someone to steady them, but she thinks this is a good reason for an exception. She gets a hand on the woman's back to help her step out, reaching for one of the towels that someone had brought along at some point in the rush to get everyone free of the tanks.

"No? I think it was perfectly memorable," Peggy quips as she hands over the towel to try and give the woman the chance to take it and give herself some room to dry herself. "I know it's certainly much more of a flair than I managed." Her eyes zero in on the accent, a curious thing, but better to get her settled.

"Here, come, sit down," Peggy coaxes, grabbing a chair to drag over.