[ A muscle in her jaw jumps. She settles back, properly, to sit; she breathes out a long and hard exhale. Palms on the ground, covered in dust and flecks of blood (contaminant, her brain helpfully supplies) and she breathes, quick and quiet, head thrown back so she's looking at the sky.
One inhale.
One exhale. ]
I don't know what we just saw.
[ It's not confusion. It's not frustration. Fear wells up in the back of her throat as thick as bile, the kind that comes when she doesn't know how to—
She clamps it down and looks back and forth between Steve (she's seen that look before) and Barnes. Plainly: ]
no subject
One inhale.
One exhale. ]
I don't know what we just saw.
[ It's not confusion. It's not frustration. Fear wells up in the back of her throat as thick as bile, the kind that comes when she doesn't know how to—
She clamps it down and looks back and forth between Steve (she's seen that look before) and Barnes. Plainly: ]
They're not people anymore.