With the milling group, it took her a moment to realize the person moving toward the door was her new roommate. Briefly, she missed her uniform and the courtesy that it had usually earned her. But she had been without it for over a year and had adapted.

Whoever Kirk was, he couldn't be worse than the men she'd worked with in Flynn's office.

No sense of that condescending nature or any trace of superiority that she had gritted her teeth and accepted during the past year. That seemed to be something she had left behind when she'd stepped off the office lift.

There was a hint of the sort of charm that Stark had used on her but that was something Peggy was rather used to. Taking his hand, she smiled as she arched an eyebrow in amusement. "And you must be Kirk. A pleasure to meet you."