There was something about this firefighter that struck Peggy as...familiar. Distinctive, even, as if she somehow knew him or had known him, or something. That was crazy, she reminded herself, but she was drawn to him anyway, drawn to him and determined to properly meet him.
"Oh, I am quite all right, thank you." she told him, with a little smile, one that showed she was a bit put out by all of this, but not with him. Definitely not with the people who had saved the day. "So, may I ask what happened this time? Did someone put something crazy in the microwave again?"