Mine, too, Helena thought to herself. She was not about to outwardly admit that she had a team. Teams, even. It wasn't important. Instead, she gave a nod of acknowledgement and focused on the suit that the woman was brandishing.
"Ha." The outward laugh was sarcastic and she folded her arms awkwardly across her chest. Whatever confidence she physically exuded as an adult was hard to maintain as a teenager. "No."
Without a suit, her nights would be spent inside with nothing more than anger to get her through. At least with something like Hawkeye's own gear, she could hit the streets and try and find an answer to it all. She marched forward and took the suit from her hand, giving it a look over before she disappeared into the bathroom. It took a few moments to try and get everything on right, the suit similar but not identical to her own, and when she emerged it was almost like she was wearing a second skin. "Fine. Try mine," she said and tossed the bag up to Kate whether she was ready to catch it or not.