So much for eternal youth. "Peggy Carter's niece. My niece, you mean." Peggy deflated slightly without losing an inch of her height or a tiny bit of balance. She gave a helpless little shrug in her pressed sleeves and sharply tailored suit, and allowed her fatigue to show through her layer of talc powder and unease. "You certainly surfaced on the right side of the gene pool, I must say."
"Sharon. I am delighted to meet you." A very short pause, as Peggy put out one hand without thinking, introducing herself the way she would a colleague because - because she had no idea how else to do it. "I had surmised that. The year, that is," she added, glancing upward at the great mammoth towers teetering over the world. She didn't seem particularly pleased with them, truth be told.
She looked curiously at Sharon, and her tone was wry. "Perhaps you can explain why I am here. One of Howard's little toys go wrong?"