Oh, really? You decide when you get to rest, and when I get to rest, too?

[Stubborn, Peggy crosses her arms, irritation finding purchase on her heartache. She lets out a small huff.]

You - you men are simply impossible. You think of yourselves so tough, so impenetrable, so strong, you want to protect and serve and all this, this bullshit and I'm so, so tired of taking orders from you, any of you.

[In her rant she starts pacing around the room, but whips back to look at James, with fire in her eyes.]

You do not scare or intimidate me, and do not give me a I should, I'm so dangerous. [As she says the words, she lets her voice go deep, imitating his growly tone.] You're no more dangerous than anyone else here, you realise?

[Throwing her hands to the ceiling, Peggy sighs heavily.] Men. When I ask you to tell me what to do, I'm not asking for - this!