The approach of an actual group behind the tall drink of blonde water calling himself Captain Rogers makes Peggy blink. Paranoia goes up her spine, holding the large swat of metal debris she'd kept as a weapon just a bit tighter. But no one seemed to wish to cause trouble. She studied all of them, including the other brunette who called herself America. A slight smirk pulls across her lips at the snark from the woman and she responds flatly, "Considering how little any of us know about our pasts, I'll respect the use of anything which gives us a hint of who we used to be."
"Captain Rogers, good to meet you. And your companions." Though her eyes now narrow a bit more at 'Agent Hill', considering they share a title. "It may be coincidence, Agent Hill, but you and I both share a designation. Considering we both found ourselves in this place, similar circumstances, I would not be surprised if we came from the same organization. Sadly, it doesn't mean you look any more familiar to me than anyone else here." And Peggy's voice was clearly differently accented than Hill's, clipped and slightly rounded, she sounded rather foreign compared to most of the group (other than Victor.)
Speaking of Victor, as she sees him round the corner, she releases a small breath of relief and respect, nodding curtly to him. "Mr. von Doom. I am glad you decided to join us. I don't know that there is much of anything getting done with us simply being paranoid about each other. So, we've all decided to take this risk of meeting. Maybe we can have something better come of it."
With that, Peggy steps forward, a bit closer to the group. She'll show a line of trust if others won't. Her expression is now completely business like, clipped voice with an air of command about it, as if she were accustomed to giving orders to entire units. She is clearly comfortable speaking before a group, "What we know is that we all arrived in the same fashion, with the same clothes and rations. Some mad man calling himself the Overseer has communicated to all of us through devices which are clearly compromised. This place seems nothing but a wasteland and we've yet to find running water, power, or food stuffs.
"The first thing we all will need to worry about is fresh water. That will physically degrade and kill us quicker than the lack of food. Should we all decide it is worth working together, breaking up the city into sections that each group can search would be wise and make quicker work of finding necessary supplies."