[ Ah, she thinks mildly when he points out the painfully obvious. Damn. The shift in the air is palpable; her bearing doesn't change with it, but there's an adjustment all the same — it's a hard thing, living the different faces of one life, but she's managing it here by degrees. And while Peggy doesn't entirely trust anyone beyond the small circle of friends she's surrounded herself with, she does know Cree is important here, and she knows the dangers of flying too close to the sun.

She can't play too coy, it only works on some people. She can't make the mistake of thinking it works now with him. She's already aware of her standing with him, her and Eggsy both, and her next steps need to be measured. Some other refugees might question why she's involved in this at all, but her concern isn't entirely with the well-being of Olympia or Wyver but rather the well-being of the people who have chosen to make a life in them. Like it or not, this is their home. ]

I understand. I also understand that some traditions can be broken, [ she murmurs after a beat, letting his words hang in the hazy air between them. Just because it's how things have always been doesn't mean it must always be so. But expressing that thought might draw further attention to her otherness, so she refrains. ] Why else are we out there, doing what we do? [ It's just as lightly said, but then she draws back. ] But I suppose we'll just have to see.