First Entrance

[from_the_outside]

 The first thing she wants to do when she winks into existence is drop to a knee and snag the concealed SIG at her ankle, train it on whatever or whoever moves first, before seeking out the center of command for wherever she is, and demand they explain why they snatched her from her apartment in the middle of a totally normal evening, folding laundry on the couch while keeping one eye on the surveillance camera covering the door to the apartment building.

She doesn't.

Kate Newton wouldn't, because Kate Newton doesn't have an ankle holster or weapon in it. Kate Newton probably doesn't have the first idea of how to fire a gun, and Sharon's been Kate for so long now that her own instincts get swallowed the second they appear, in favor of Kate's more timid ones.

She does, however, take stock of her surroundings: dim lighting and a gleaming bar top -- a restaurant or club of some kind. Uniforms -- so she's surrounded by some sort of...military organization, or one nearly as organized.

And, stars.

Her eyes track to the the panoramic view offered by the windows, and while she'd never admit to fear, she has to say she's more than a little perturbed.

Fury is going to have her head if something happens to Rogers while she's lost in space.

Comments

[from_the_outside]

"What do you mean, studying interacting with humans?"

Sharon does not, it must be admitted, like where this is headed.