She has to grin, widely and almost maniacally herself, at the Major's greeting, because it's so familiar. She knows she's come to the right place, if nothing else, and she almost relaxes.

She tugs absently at her goggles and they fall around her neck, revealing familiar eyesockets, and she dislodges her hat in the process, revealing bright orange hair. It hasn't dulled at all.

"I ain't American and I certainly ain't an assassin - least, you ain't my target."

She's sent him information reports now and then, if she can find someone trustworthy to deliver the message and if it's worth delivering in the first place, and they're never marked with her name; just the stamp of the '8' bomb.

But today, Peacock, bounty hunter and resistance member, has no business being here; she'd simply decided to pay the Major a visit.