While she'd been informed as to the guest list, Peggy was still trying to grasp the enormity of finding an Avox at the table; and an Avox who could speak, at that. She'd always been fairly well convinced that there was more to Tony than the flash and charm, but if there was ever a gesture that might cement it, this was it. She'd tried to take it in stride, accepting the new face (not so very new, but she'd never paid much attention to someone designed to fade to the background) with a smile, and took a seat next to Steve to listen as they finally got down to the business of comparing notes and trying to hammer out an actionable plan.
She hadn't anticipated it might be easy. They were a varied group, wildly differing in opinion on what to approach first and why. Tony's point was a good one, one she could heartily endorse for reasons both selfish and broader reaching, but Scott wasn't wrong either. It was going to be like that around the table- good points raised, reality interjecting in ugly truths, and everyone trying to make sure their own angles were covered before broaching the larger problem.
They might not come to any agreement at all, but at least everyone in this room of people would know where each of the others stood and who could be relied on for what. That was something.
Clearing her throat, Peggy glanced to the head of the table out of habit before beginning with a quiet, "Speaking as someone who clearly won't be going in, let me first offer to do what I can for your dependents. If you'd like to speak to me after the meal regarding options, I've already been making some... tentative arrangements. I know how preoccupying it can be, worrying about family, and that's at least one weight I can help carry for those who need the help." She wouldn't presume to name names or make demands. That was entirely up to the assembled. Still, Peggy had means, money, and property. There had never been a doubt about offering sanctuary.
"That being said, I don't disagree with Tony. Any plan that assumes death is an inevitability is already self-defeating. I understand the desire to be practical and realistic, but I don't think it's a bad idea to consider planning for how best to make sure as many of you as possible survive to see this revolution through. To that end, I'd like to speak to a Gamemaker that I believe could be helpful to us, to see if he has information he can share. I also have more than a few friends and contacts that would be able to give me an idea regarding what you'll likely be facing in terms of location, terrain, traps... not enough to plan for every possibility, but enough that I think you could work together to survive if you do go in."
She glanced aside then, gaze flickering across the others before dropping to the tabletop on a sigh. "In terms of thinking beyond the Quell, we've got discord enough in some of the districts to build on, but not enough to last if we don't make sure our key players survive to keep this thing moving."