She nodded. "Very well, James." Peggy smiled. "I can understand that, though sometimes I do still like being referred to as 'agent,' though it depends on the person and the situation, of course." She passed a hand across her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun. "I'm well. It looks like you're well too? Settling in, I hope?"
She stepped up to the boat and ran a hand along it. "Are you going to live on it?" Peggy asked. "Being the sea-man that you are."