He falls in behind and beside her, drawing on the fact that she's there, her presence, her solidity, the absolute reality of her, to help settle the chaos stirred up by their circumstances and her news.

This place is eerie. Everything about it makes him think of HYDRA, or some new nightmare from Schmidt. The quiet buzz of the medical bay sign, the words on the front doors as they pass. He can't shake the feeling that they're just the latest piece of something that's gone awfully, awfully wrong.

He finds himself walking closer to her, both for the sense of someone else close by and to make it easier to protect them both with the shield if needs be.

"At least it's well-supplied."