So lost in the single mindedness of a cold drink and a worn out stool, Peggy didn't even notice the steps behind her until she heard her name in a wonderful English - if you could call it that - accented voice. Turning, she saw Eggsy and mustered a wave, desperate as she was to get inside and get a drink down her neck.
"I'm going to get a proper drink, Eggsy. I'll speak to you later, alright?" she called, turning back around as she assumed he was headed somewhere else. Maybe part of her didn't want to explain her demeanour anymore.