Peggy can't help but wonder at this poor boy's life. He seems to have something to him, like a sadness or a shadow, something that she can't put her finger on, but is desperately trying to. "Well, I've never read any of the interviews, but the impression I got was that he was a decent man," she offers, giving him a curious look.

She wants to tip his chin up slightly, but knows that sometimes people can't manage eye contact quite the same as others and doesn't intend to force it. "There's no films here, but if there are, perhaps we'll be lucky enough to see one of Rudolph. I was always rather partial to Humphrey Bogart and Cary Grant myself."