At the moment Peggerty was playing alone, she had to; she needed to find out information. She however did pull her shoulder strap back up. “Please Mister Brannon don’t call my boss, I mean I don’t mind paying for the Pizza really I don’t.” She tried act a little scared too. “You have a really nice house; you must have a good job…” She made pleasantries with him, keeping her accent under wraps. “Do you live here alone Mister Brannon?” She smiled even though the irraka hated his sweaty and filthy hands on her skin. Still this was so necessary if she were to keep up the act for long enough. Certainly a bath or shower would be in order after this; he was making her skin crawl. However knowing that somehow he and his friends would pay for their crimes made it so much easier to achieve.<br/><br/>Peggerty also looked for various 'improvised weapons...should they be needed.