Strange to think about how much she'd really missed this week. When their father attacked, Tony was only just gone with the cure and none of this was really over yet. But now it was, just like that. Like magic. Or science. She smiled wanly at Pietro, nodding as he explained the situation. The Raft didn't surprise her- it was a powder keg and they were lucky nothing worse had happened there then a few of the prisoners trying to escape. They were probably also lucky Cap hadn't been badly hurt in that (if what Pietro said was true and that Cap was included in that assessment of being 'okay') because she couldn't imagine the prisoners had done any less than fight tooth and nail to avoid being imprisoned again.
When her brother was finished talking she reached out and took his hand, holding it between both of hers. A little memory loss was maybe a small price to pay to have him here alive. Having him with her was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place. The result, the loss of the helicarrier and much of its crew, was terrible but she couldn't help but feel a little grateful that she was still alive. That Pietro and the Avengers and Wicked were, too. She met Pietro's gaze for a long moment, trying to tell him all of that without saying it, before she glanced to Wicked who'd been uncharacteristically quiet and offered the smile to her. Now she was curious. "Were you involved, too? At the Raft?" she wondered, because she knew Wicked had been there, and Happy and Pepper and their son, the refugees had still been there, too. Had they all made it out from that alive? Her smile was slipping.