Peggy studies her as she walks over to the bed, the sag in her shoulders, the fatigue in her step. She takes a seat next to Steph, close enough but still with some semblance of personal space for the moment. She gives the answer expected, but not out of any kind of compassionate hold up for a sobbing friend trope. It's genuine.

"Yes." It's honest, gentle, but also a little stern. And she says it despite knowing what she does of how Steph lives, vigilantism and all.

"Good people can be rare, far and few in between. And I absolutely believe you are one of them."