I prefer 'secret agent,' actually. The word 'spy' makes me feel as though I belong in some sort of pulpy potboiler or something.
[She says this lightly and without any offense. It's certainly not the first time she's been called a spy, and it certainly won't be the last, but preferences are what they are. She raises an amused eyebrow at Jiro's reaction. It's not the life for everyone, it's true, and she knows some who left and settled down into quieter lives that fulfilled them more. She didn't expect it would be a choice she ever made, though.]
I work for the Strategic Scientific Reserve. It is a government entity, yes, a war agency. It's not where I ever expected I'd end up, but I'm not sure I'd want to do anything else either, now. I take it that you're not so fond of the, ah, spy game?
[She silently takes in what Jiro says about the others. Peggy hadn't written Sandy off completely - she knew what children could be capable of - but there was more of a civilian vibe to her than anything. She couldn't quite get a read on Chocolat, and Elizabeth...well, truth be told, Peggy saw something of a kindred spirit in Elizabeth.]
Such different backgrounds, disparate puzzle pieces, but when put together against the tableau of this vault...they do fit together in some rather interesting, useful ways.
no subject
[She says this lightly and without any offense. It's certainly not the first time she's been called a spy, and it certainly won't be the last, but preferences are what they are. She raises an amused eyebrow at Jiro's reaction. It's not the life for everyone, it's true, and she knows some who left and settled down into quieter lives that fulfilled them more. She didn't expect it would be a choice she ever made, though.]
I work for the Strategic Scientific Reserve. It is a government entity, yes, a war agency. It's not where I ever expected I'd end up, but I'm not sure I'd want to do anything else either, now. I take it that you're not so fond of the, ah, spy game?
[She silently takes in what Jiro says about the others. Peggy hadn't written Sandy off completely - she knew what children could be capable of - but there was more of a civilian vibe to her than anything. She couldn't quite get a read on Chocolat, and Elizabeth...well, truth be told, Peggy saw something of a kindred spirit in Elizabeth.]
Such different backgrounds, disparate puzzle pieces, but when put together against the tableau of this vault...they do fit together in some rather interesting, useful ways.