[ She straightens herself up to her full height (which isn't saying much) and fixes him with her steeliest look. ]

What do I know about trouble? Well, I don't know, but I'll wager you're about to tell me all about your tragic experiences that led you to this moment. Go on, then, I'm listening.

[ She glances at the table that now has the scissors stuck in it, but her attentions are quickly back on him. ]

I don't mean to be flippant; clearly you've been through something, and you're in the mood to talk about it.

[ Or perhaps he isn't at all, but Peggy's offering him that chance. ]