Maria Hill and Betsy & America
Even before the woman emerged from the pod after knocking it's door off, Betsy could sense her anger. It gave her no ill regard toward the newcomer. If one wasn't at least a little upset by the fact that they were being thrown into this place with no memory of themselves or why, she would consider the fact that they may not be right in the head.
She'd taken a few steps away from Maria and lifted her free hand. She was going to use her telekinesis to bring the pod down gently, but the girl most certainly had it handled, so the hand was dropped back down to her side. Betsy was impressed, and the small smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips showed that. A single eyebrow rose at America's demanding inquiry, but she looked over to Maria to answer her first.
"They should - though I don't know what exactly she is capable of." She could find out easily, but that wasn't the way Betsy worked. Even without her memories, she knew that sifting around in peoples' minds without their permission wasn't her style. Her attention was redirected back to America.
"If we had any idea, love, believe me when I say I would have already attended to it."