Peggy gestures towards her house, not minding at all that she's inviting someone she hardly knows in. The truth is that she doesn't really know anyone, despite the fact that a few of them seem to come from her own future. It means they know her, but she doesn't know them, which is something that feels rather uneven and something she should be wary of.

"It's just in here," she guides, nodding towards the bathroom. "At least, the worst of it. The kitchen sink tends to keep glugging," she says with heavy disapproval. "Maybe I'll fold and stay at the inn while things flood. Of course, then it'll be a touch of disaster relief when I return." But she can't imagine abandoning it for someone else to deal with. That would just seem wrong.