Re: [Quicklog: Louis/Peggy]
[Peggy whirled, drawn by the man's distress, and she felt guilty enough to abandon her automatic curiosity about her surroundings to return to his side. She touched his arm, resisting the impulse to fold it into her own in an overly motherly fashion. She had been with enough traumatized soldiers to know better than to rush at him, and she stopped a few inches away in her roundabout path. She returned his panicked gaze with a calm one of her own, the confident brown of her eyes even and serious in her steady gaze.]
It's not a death trap, I assure you. It's a storage unit with some... exotic security. I will get us out, don't worry. I am Peggy Carter, by the way. Pleased to meet you, Mr...
[Here she put one hand out in a business-like fashion, brows arched again and obviously expectant that he would do the proper thing and introduce himself despite the situation. There wasn't anything immediately threatening in the room, and she just needed him to calm down a moment so she could take a look around.]