Fitz has lived here for quite some time now, and generally considers himself as well-adapted as a person could be, all things considered. It's still Hell and that's horrible, but it can be fairly palatable on most days. The push into one of the torture rooms is an annoying reminder that they're here to suffer, regardless of comfort level. He arrives after Peggy's had a chance to get settled, openly grousing about the rough handling.

"Honestly now, you don't have to be rude about it. I'm well aware this is scheduled, but I'll get there when I've got time for it. Don't think there isn't anyone here who can recognize Babylonian. That sort of language is uncalled for. I have a mind to--"

He gets a look at the woman waiting within and freezes, eyes wide. He gasps sharply and turns away a minute, letting out his breath in something that sounds vaguely like 'that'speggycarterwhatispeggycarterdoingherejemmawillneedtoknow' before he looks back to her and gives a stiff smile.

"Oh, hello. I don't think I've seen you before and certainly don't recognize you at all. Pleased to make your acquaintance."