"There was one." It was a gruesome one beyond telling. Jagged and rusted and would have been bloody perfect if it hadn't snapped in half. The two parts were still in her possession but all they would be good for is throwing.

Peggy held them aloft to the other woman. It wasn't a threatening gesture, her tone was calm and decidedly wry, but in this place, that meant less than nothing.

And if she had been given time to think, she might not be very calm at all. "Unless you're proficient in spoons."