There had been a brief moment, when he was sending her away... the touch of his hands on her arms, that reminded her of her husband. Not to mention when he had indeed slipped, revealing himself when he was trying to keep her from sailing to France, that he wouldn't let any harm come to Armand. It had been his voice, not the Pimpernel's, but it had seemed so... preposterous, she thought she'd been hearing what she wanted. Her husband to assure her things would be okay, that she hadn't paid it all that much mind even though in her heart, she had known. Her mind just hadn't caught up, had been too busy in denial and stubborn pride, in needing to save Armand herself because he was all she had left.
The bomb thing had indeed been terrifying. Between not being something Marguerite was really familiar with, more used to guns and guillotines and swords, on top of having just shown up and suddenly hearts were being delivered in boxes, but she hadn't exactly left the safety of the complex during that. She was still adjusting and then there was learning about Bastille Day and how it was still celebrated... no, Marguerite had been pretty content to remain within the safety of the building until things calmed down and she had grown weary of doing nothing and needing to find something that was familiar, something to focus on.
"He seems to enjoy showing up on the communication boards I had mentioned." She had mentioned them, right? Yes. The main mode of communication, faster than courier and with the broader group of people, "There is a way to keep him from reading what you say, which I will show you." Probably the following day. Because really, it was already nearing half past nine. And while showing him the boards would be easy enough, there were still other things to discuss. More of the situation. Making sure Chauvelin didn't show back up to ruin their reunion which, well, she doubted would go too far that night. Between adjusting to the sudden change and how long the day had been for both of them in their own way, sleep would undoubtedly be the way to go once Percy seemed to either be at information overload or once the majority of things had been discussed.
Sipping her wine, the actress looked down in thought. She had spent nearly three months believing Percy to be dead. And while she was elated he was alive, that he never had died, that he was there, it was still a shock. Especially as Chauvelin had been insisting that Percy was dead. That she and Armand would be dead as well. Percy had the dimension and time jump to adjust to and Marguerite? Well, she had to wrap her mind around the fact Percy was alive and that this wasn't a dream. Because if it was, she didn't know how she would handle waking. It would be far too cruel, to wake up and realize that this situation, so incredibly real and possible, for it to be her mind messing with her.