Maria Hill and Betsy & America
Betsy spent those moments listening, reaching out to sense the auras of the two other women. Maria clearly viewed the newcomer as a possible threat - that much had practically been mentally shouted - and the newcomer's posture may have relaxed some but Betsy could still sense that she meant nothing but business. There was nothing to keep from one another, and seeing as the other two had literally just arrived moments from one another, they couldn't help each other very much - but Betsy at least had some sort of idea.
If she reached out she could scan the entire city it seemed, sensing the psyches of the others who were there and the varying conditions they were in. Without much effort she could track all of them, keeping mental bookmarks on their locations and what they were doing. While she didn't enter the minds of any of the other inhabitants, she could hear their thoughts regardless - unless she blocked them out, which she had been doing for the most part after listening to a few here and there.
"There are others here as well," she added to the conversation. Psylocke raised her free hand, her katana held idly in the other, and examined the fingernails of that hand. Pleased that they still appeared clean, her purple gaze rose back up and flickered to Maria before landing on America. "I can hear them. No one I've heard seems to know why we're here."