“I’M certain you’re not the first one to be unarmed with knowledge,” she replied, crossing her arms. “What size drops are we talking about, though? Large ones? Or small? Those two would, of course, fill the cup in an entirely different way.”

She was guiding the conversation, certainly, all whilst avoiding telling him her name. She was no ‘master of espionage’ for no reason, after all. Everything she did was guided, calculated, planned-out; in this conversation, as with every other simple, introductory conversation she ever had, Peggy was evaluating the situation, all to decide whether or not she’d divulge her own name, or if she’d prefer to leave the other participant unfulfilled.

_{“Small, just enough to be noticeable, but not enough to do anything about it.” Maybe it was a bit more than that, Ky knew where to start, but anything more, and he was in the dark. Last time he went down one of the more… easier leads he found himself in position that changed his life.} 

_{So, he knew that looking into this shit, and even his own past wasn’t something he should do now or ever. Though, when did that ever stop him? Especially the last few years – truth be told, it didn’t, but he still was far more than a little uneasy when he went down routes that could be potentially problematic. “Think of it as a few last drops of expensive Whiskey. As much as you want it… you know it won’t amount to anything. Maybe a small taste, but nothing more.” A pause. “Even so, in my case, those drops could ultimately lead to a flood gate, but what’s on the other side of it? Well, that’s up for… debate.”}