She grits her teeth as he cuts the word into her arm, looking away for a moment at a random spot on the wall. When Peggy glances down to see how much he had left to do, she notices the focus and the precision.

"Are you a surgeon by any chance?" She asks casually, using it as a distraction. "Maybe an inventor?"

The way he works reminds Peggy of Howard a lot, when he spent hours on end in his workshop, inventing all manner of things.