Peggy smiles softly at the comment, bundling her coat a little tighter around her neck to protect her from the chill, though she thinks that the voice she hears is enough to pause a moment for. "No, it's not," she agrees, turning so that she can look at the precise same view that he's looking at. "Though, in certain lights and at times, New York is quite beautiful too. Sunset on the Brooklyn Bridge," she suggests, her smile nostalgic and sad as she thinks of the last time she'd been up there.

"Have you ever seen snow like this before?" she asks.