Peggy has just finished up on a trip that's allowed her to take several photographs of duplicates (as she's begun to think of them) and feels like she's earned herself a break, travelling back through the breach. She startles slightly, tucking away her notes and her phone before lifting her brow and smiling in greeting. "What brings you to this fine side of the universe on a sunny afternoon?" she deadpans wryly, as though hopping back and forth between universes is merely a normal thing.