[ Whatever is going on in his body is drastic enough that she can feel the shifting bones through her senses, those pops reverberating enough to grate on her nerves, much like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. It's so incredibly unnatural that it makes her feel ill, and it takes real effort for her to stay where she is and not back away from the man producing those unsettling sensations.
Now that she's getting a better look at him, she sees that isn't the only unusual thing about the man before her. He's familiar, yes, but also different, and she doesn't remember him ever looking like this on the news. There's something about him that seems almost... drained. As if something has been sucking the life out of him.
She accepts the extended hand, hers gripping his even as something in her warns her away. It's his question that jars her enough to elicit a proper response, though — she leans back slightly, frowning, and tilts her head slightly to the side. ]
suuure he is
Now that she's getting a better look at him, she sees that isn't the only unusual thing about the man before her. He's familiar, yes, but also different, and she doesn't remember him ever looking like this on the news. There's something about him that seems almost... drained. As if something has been sucking the life out of him.
She accepts the extended hand, hers gripping his even as something in her warns her away. It's his question that jars her enough to elicit a proper response, though — she leans back slightly, frowning, and tilts her head slightly to the side. ]
Peggy Carter?