A little smile quirked at the corners of her red-stained lips, keeping her eyes on the job of reloading her gun and checking the sight. Katherine, it seemed to her, was more like her father than even she realised. Peggy knew when someone was keeping something to themselves and although she had no right to know what it was, Peggy appreciated the candour in speaking about her father. "Sentiment? Not a word I'd have associated with Loki immediately but then I'm not one for sentiment either."
Nor was she convinced entirely by Katherine's insistence that she had no hand on the sceptre. "Oh I see. Not exactly handy is it? A spear. I imagine you'd prefer something with a bit more thrust. Have you tried weilding Mjolnir yet?" she asked casually.