Peggy watched Ryan laughed his guts out, so much for making a good first impression. She was not offended, however, but a bit embarrassed by her pathetic attempt. He did say they’re going to be good friends after, but she wasn’t sure if he was truly genuine, or just being sarcastic. She caught Louisa glare at him, hand turned into a fist as if tempted to pound the irishman. Peggy never wished for violence between her new crewmates, and was a bit relieved when Louisa held back. She always found Louisa cool and pretty, like the sort of person who always know what to do, or say, plus she has lovely hair that she one day wished to braid, if she has the time to learn.

Chris was nice to forgive her for getting ahead of the tour. She couldn’t contain her excitement when she saw the massive interior, it almost reminded Peggy of her old lair. The late doctor’s lair, she meant. It cant be helped that her own thoughts would mix up with his, and sometimes, the thoughts gets too conscious and vivid that it terrifies her. She would die first before a part of him would take over. And if it ever comes to that, she would trust Chris to stop her, being the team leader and one of the few people in the group who is capable of doing so. Which reminds her, to hand him something important after the pleasantries are over.

Among the other members that she met, and missed for rudely wandering away, her eyes caught a familiar face of a red haired man holding a suit case. He was indeed, familiar, probably from one of the doctor’s mixed up memories.  Her thoughts were interjected by young man stumbling through the entrance door, who soon apologized to the group for over sleeping. Not long a dirty, bloodied boy followed, and introduced himself as Red giving the group a good jolly grin. Peggy was very much amused by his entrance, smiling to him when his eyes reached hers.