Typically, she is far from a blushing woman, though there have been exceptions (recent ones, apparently, if Mr. Jarvis is to be believed), but the tips of her ears are flaming red at this moment, because it's been over seven years since the last time that Peggy slept with anyone, and now she's apparently going to be held accountable for having sex lest she die. Strangely, a part of her is most wary about the part where she's gone so long that she's hardly got much to offer.

Some stubborn part of her insists that if that's the case, she'll go out choking. "No, I don't," she concedes, trying to regulate her breathing before she truly embarrasses herself. "Sergeant Barnes, if you think I don't care about what happened, you're wrong," she reminds him, gentle but with steel in the words. She crosses her arms over her chest as she looks down upon him. "You don't have to tell me, but I want to know how we could have missed this."