She's not entirely sure what to think about the fact that Armin Zola is working with them. That sick feeling in her stomach isn't going away, but the warmth of Steve's arm around her makes her feel oddly comforted, even if she still doesn't understand so much about this place. "Steve," she murmurs, reaching for his hand to take it in hers, threading their fingers together. "How could we make such a mess of things?"

"I still have dreams, you know, that you landed the Valkyrie and made it back to me," she says. "Right now, I can feel your warmth, your breathing, your presence, and it's like one of those dreams," she says, quietly. "As if I'll close my eyes and you'll be gone, but the truth is, from what you're telling me, it's more a nightmare in some respects. My professional life, down the drain," she sighs.