[Oh, yes -- Jarvis' astute observation can come and go, depending on where his mind is at, and it goes without saying that thanks to the situation he entirely misses her hesitancy. He checks to make sure all systems are on standby before he hops up, tall and ready to throw his weight around. With a deep suck of breath, he returns to his usual shield of professionalism; perhaps something Peggy relates to.
... Though, the professionalism never lasts too long, in Peggy's good graces.
She has a habit of getting him to be himself. It's both lovely and frustrating.]
I happen to have two hands, so I believe I'm more than sufficiently prepared.
[He takes the crate, passes it back toward the back of the ship. His mind does wander to the surplus of canned goods kept in the different storage areas as emergency rations -- but then he remembers that it was usually their pilot who stocked it. He's not about to ask her to offer a potentially dead man's supplies, and certainly not callously in Miss Carter's presence. He's supposed to help improve her mood, not slap it in the face metaphorically. He clears his throat.]
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... Though, the professionalism never lasts too long, in Peggy's good graces.
She has a habit of getting him to be himself. It's both lovely and frustrating.]
I happen to have two hands, so I believe I'm more than sufficiently prepared.
[He takes the crate, passes it back toward the back of the ship. His mind does wander to the surplus of canned goods kept in the different storage areas as emergency rations -- but then he remembers that it was usually their pilot who stocked it. He's not about to ask her to offer a potentially dead man's supplies, and certainly not callously in Miss Carter's presence. He's supposed to help improve her mood, not slap it in the face metaphorically. He clears his throat.]
Is Mr. Rogers alright? The others from home?