Peggy glances up to greet Graves with a polite nod of her head, not drawing too much attention away from the task at hand that she's been studying, still trying to place her notes in order. The ones about people's backgrounds, she places in order, as there is the potential that they're being brought in at specific times for a reason. "Please," she invites the both of them, gesturing to her notes.

"They're here for the sharing," she assures, given that she's been staring at them for so long that they look as nonsense, sometimes. "I believe I've moved past the stubbornness of trying to solve this on my own and I'm finally admitting that I need fresh eyes." Even as she admits this, however, there's a lingering edge of frustration given that she's of the mind that she ought to be able to solve this herself.