Peggy only shook her head at the strange woman. Siggy. "You're very much alive though you won't be for much longer if we don't get you out of those clothes and into something dry. You'll catch a death of cold," the agent explained matter-of-factly but not unkindly. "At least allow me to escort you across the street and get you something warm to drink."
She wouldn't make this woman do anything she didn't want to. That was not the way this worked. Nor would Peggy help if it wasn't wanted. She wasn't persistent if it was a futile effort. "Daughter? I do not know what you're talking about. You were the only one that came from the water. There was no girl with you."
But Peggy looked about anyway just in case a girl had emerged from the depths. She saw no girls save a small, blonde pig-tailed beauty of three years playing nearby with her mother. That girl looked nothing like this woman and so Peggy didn't think that was the young girl Siggy was speaking of. Her attention came back to the strange woman though Peggy made no move to take her any place. Not like that.