[There's no hesitation, it would seem, no delays or attempts to hold onto distractions after Rip makes allusion towards the earlier incident. Whether she also means she didn't attempt to steal Turing's mug he cannot say. Yet in their own case he could argue a certain falsehood to her words. No, she hadn't been the thief, but she'd certainly made an attempt to grab onto his transformed self, to take hold of the child he'd been to stop his potential escape.
Granted, given his actions and attitudes--not to mention her era--Michael had been quite lucky not to get smacked upside the head.
Still, Rip keeps his mouth shut as Peggy grabs her watch. It's one thing to set off a bomb from a safe distance, and quite another to walk willingly into the spray of its shrapnel. Of course, he might still yet wind up doing just that; watching her struggle with the watch, her fingers protesting each movement she inflicts upon them, regardless of how unaffected her expression might seem--
Well. It's just a touch too much for him.]
...bloody hell. You'll be cross with me regardless. [The words as close as he'll come to an announcement, Rip abandons the glass in his hand in favor of taking gentle hold of the straps as Peggy tries to make end meet end. It's a far simpler matter for him of course, if only in terms of action; he needs only a few seconds to slip belt through buckle, long enough to allow his gaze briefly to flicker up to hers.
Assuming, of course, she allows him to make the attempt at all.]
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Granted, given his actions and attitudes--not to mention her era--Michael had been quite lucky not to get smacked upside the head.
Still, Rip keeps his mouth shut as Peggy grabs her watch. It's one thing to set off a bomb from a safe distance, and quite another to walk willingly into the spray of its shrapnel. Of course, he might still yet wind up doing just that; watching her struggle with the watch, her fingers protesting each movement she inflicts upon them, regardless of how unaffected her expression might seem--
Well. It's just a touch too much for him.]
...bloody hell. You'll be cross with me regardless. [The words as close as he'll come to an announcement, Rip abandons the glass in his hand in favor of taking gentle hold of the straps as Peggy tries to make end meet end. It's a far simpler matter for him of course, if only in terms of action; he needs only a few seconds to slip belt through buckle, long enough to allow his gaze briefly to flicker up to hers.
Assuming, of course, she allows him to make the attempt at all.]