Peggy was born twenty years after the end of the Victorian Era, but she still had good English manners intact. She tightened the link between their arms, resting one hand politely on Helena's arm, and forced herself to put her faith in a stranger.

"Don't get me started. All these people starting to rely on machines when they're so easy to manipulate." It felt nice to have a little lighthearted grousing, as if they're having a coffee and a nice chat instead of making their way through a frozen wasteland. Of course, she was thinking of an entirely different era of machinery than Helena was, but she didn't know that. "At least paper and pens haven't changed."

Peggy picked her steps carefully, but she kept up with Helena's pace. "There is some ice, but it tends to be more in areas where people used to walk or drive the most often. Do you see if we're walking on a street or sidewalk?"