Peggy's passing by on the way back to the doors, when she happens to spot an odd sight. There is a man there, looking rather dapper if she might say so herself, but it's not that that catches her attention. It's the fact that he's dancing. Most people she's encountered thus far are either in the throes of panic or working away at trying to barricade the entrances for everyone's safety.

This man is the first that she's seen who is doing something as seemingly frivolous as dancing. And, oh, he's addressing her now. Her mouth twitches with something like amusement, however out of place that feels.

"Good morning yourself. You seem as though you're having a good time." That makes one of them, at least.