Number 16 - Peck
Peggy was thoroughly irritated by the fact that she hadn’t been assigned to this mission, something she’d made more than clear since assignments had been made. One hand rested casually against her hip, lips pursed as she watched the men file out one by one, until there was only one left.
“Thompson – Jack. A word?” her voice broke through the silence, an almost annoyed look on his face as he turned to face her. “I assure you, it’ll only be a moment,” she added, walking closer to him. “Be careful, all right? All of you,”
She paused, briefly, her hand moving to gently touch his arm - fingers making light contact with the fabric of his shirt as her grip came to rest near his elbow, grasping it lightly. A half smile played at the edges of her mouth as Peggy leaned forward, lips pressing gently against his for a brief moment, before she pulled back, giving him a serious look.
“For luck,” she explained simply.