Peggy follows along after him, keeping a weather eye on the man in the event he somehow vanishes yet again. She doubts that he has any magical ability to do so, but she doesn't want to lose sight of him. Having to explain that to everyone (let alone Steve) would be quite difficult. She turns her gaze slightly away when he strips in order to offer him some dignity and privacy, but doesn't leave the room so much as seat herself in the corner, draping the coat over the back of the chair. "I believe the population is just about to hit fifty or so, but I haven't been able to tell exactly if there have been more vanishings," she says, calling it that and feeling safe to do so, because it's telling it like it is. When they arrive here, it's a kidnapping and when they depart, it's a vanishing without the body to prove anything.
She crosses her legs as she settles to watch him work, trying to think of what's most critical that he know. "The village is secure enough against any outside intruders or forces, but not so against natural ones. We've experienced violent windstorms, flooding, and earthquakes so far." She can only imagine what might be lying in wait that they just haven't experienced yet. "That said, there are equally confusing gifts that appear for us. Personal supplies, animals, even food," she explains. "And yet, no one has ever seen one of those boxes delivered, just as no one has ever seen anyone but those of us who arrived near the fountain. We're clearly prisoners, but why and how are the parts I've yet to determine."
There is the other part to consider, too. "And it seems that not everyone is from the same time or even world. I've met a woman from space and there's quite a few people here from the future, both the one I'm fairly sure is mine and that where they've never even heard of Captain America." Absently smoothing out her navy blue scrubs top, she thinks she ought to head off the question she expects is coming. "I'm from 1947, myself. I seem to be the only one here who is."
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She crosses her legs as she settles to watch him work, trying to think of what's most critical that he know. "The village is secure enough against any outside intruders or forces, but not so against natural ones. We've experienced violent windstorms, flooding, and earthquakes so far." She can only imagine what might be lying in wait that they just haven't experienced yet. "That said, there are equally confusing gifts that appear for us. Personal supplies, animals, even food," she explains. "And yet, no one has ever seen one of those boxes delivered, just as no one has ever seen anyone but those of us who arrived near the fountain. We're clearly prisoners, but why and how are the parts I've yet to determine."
There is the other part to consider, too. "And it seems that not everyone is from the same time or even world. I've met a woman from space and there's quite a few people here from the future, both the one I'm fairly sure is mine and that where they've never even heard of Captain America." Absently smoothing out her navy blue scrubs top, she thinks she ought to head off the question she expects is coming. "I'm from 1947, myself. I seem to be the only one here who is."