Sharon was still on guard, though she wasn't as nervous as she could have (should have?) been. This new arrival wasn't making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. While she didn't have a good feeling about it... she didn't have a bad one. And that was a good start.
Actually, something about this woman was familiar to Sharon. She wasn't sure why or how... maybe it was the weapon she was holding. It reminded her of Thor's hammer.
She took a small step forward. "No one here means you any harm," Sharon said, softly. "My name is Sharon Carter. This is my friend, Fancy Lee. You're at the Avengers Compound in upstate New York."