[ It really is quite easy for anyone to find her. Look for the upset teeny sitting on a trunk with her other belongings by her. In the middle of an open lot/park like space.
Yep. Easy peasy. She stops staring at nothing in particular on the ground to look up when she hears her name. Oh ... oh my.
Well isn't he a nice sight. ] 's me. Are ... are ya Steve? [ The texts had been from a 'Steve Rogers'. It also helps she knows everyone else who contacted her right after her message. ]