[ Cisco doesn't stare - not exactly - but there definitely is a brief moment when he looks at Peggy with speechless confusion. She is just... really not what he was expecting. In a lot of different ways. But he recovers himself quickly, hopping to his feet from the rolling chair and taking Peggy's hand, shaking it in a way that is much more enthusiastic than it is professional. They are roughly the same height - Peggy might have an inch or so on him in her heels, and Cisco is just about the opposite of well put-together. Different time, different profession. ]

Yeah, great to- wait, Peggy? Like, from the network?

[ The question is clearly just him voicing his thoughts out loud, rather than one he expects an answer to - it's clear from the change in his expression that he quickly takes in the details and realizes that this must be the same woman, and that is when his smile goes from polite to delighted. ]

Hey, welcome! Uh, have a seat if you want, and lemme just-

[ CIsco gestures to the chair he'd just vacated, which is the only one in the room. He then starts digging through the materials for the trackers, looking for something. He finds it with only a small amount of clattering and wincing; Cisco pulls free a pad of paper and a pencil. ]

Sorry. Lost track of time. I really need to get a clock in here...