This is the awkward aspect of all of this. She has so many questions she wants to ask Steve, but she's caught with continuously adjusting an awkward sheet that offers no support, she's trying to understand where she is, but mostly, she just wants to keep staring at Steve Rogers, alive and well, standing right here.

"Do you mean that incessantly annoying voice that trumpeted on and on in my head when I arrived?" she huffs, adjusting the strap of her sheet when it slips off her shoulder again. "Steve, I don't understand so much," she confesses. "Is this place safe? Secure?"