"Well, I did hit the rocks fairly hard when the rope snapped when I was exploring in order to find a way out, yes," Peggy replies calmly, seeing as she hadn't been anticipating that, but had managed to come face to face with exactly that in her determination to get out. "Ideas for arrowheads," she echoes. "How could they differ?" As far as she imagines, an arrow is just that - an arrow - and there's very little that you would do with it otherwise.

She settles back in a seat, moving his plate about slightly as she regards him. "Do you want me to talk about your father around you?" she asks, having stormed right into that without delay.