[She's not entirely sure how comfortable she feels about people eavesdropping on a conversation with an old friend of a friend who's dead. Meant to be dead, at least, because James Barnes looks very healthily alive at this point. Still, she's frazzled and she worries it shows]

I don't understand any of this. I don't understand where we are, what these devices are, how I can be speaking to you, and what these bloody collars are.

[Her temper is starting to flare, which is a terrible thing because she doesn't think there's anything to punch around here. He's alive and they hadn't gone looking, which is good enough to send her to a spiral of guilt, which only makes her angrier and more frustrated at the whole thing]