What a waste. It would be so cool to be able to fly.

[She nodded at her suggestion and started walking in the direction Peggy had come from, her pace rather as she got used to the new shoes.]

The journal thing explained a lot, actually. For it being possibly the strangest situation I'll ever find myself in, it seems pretty organized. I can really do whatever I want here? So if I wanted to set up a lab and do the same work I was doing at home, I can do that?