She looked around her room with mild interest. There wasn't a whole lot too it. Closet, book shelf, dress, computer table stack with books that most people couldn't read, or looked at her funny for when she was reading them. There was a spare suit hanging over her chair, and the weapon Harry Osborn had given her before he left was settled carefully on a shelf, turned off, and out of reach. That was something May definitely did not want Ben around.
"Then don't." she said with a shrug. "They haven't really forced anyone...not really, not yet. Though I don't know how long that will last. Mostly now it's just the good and the bad trying to knock the stuffing out of each other." and sometimes the good guys had some pretty sketchy ways of doing it, which was why May kept to herself. "But if you're here long enough, you might have to. You've already missed the Apocalypse." not exactly an experience she wanted to go through ever again.
She shook her head slightly, grabbing some clothes and looking at Ben. "They're not the same." she said. "Hold up." with her clothes she ducked into her attached bathroom, emerging a minute later in regular clothes, and tossing her suit with the other one. "Our Dad here isn't from our reality, and Mom wasn't either." she explained. "I know because I met the Harry Osborne from their reality. And he died. He died, showed up here, and then is gone again. The Harry in their reality died before Normie was born, which isn't the same for us. So that means, the baby Mom is carrying isn't technically me. It's another reality of me. So I have no idea if she's alright, and back home. We're just sort of hoping...because that's what happens when people vanish." they got sent home, or most of them. If someone died, usually there was someone flaunting the body for everyone to know. MJ wasn't dead, she just wasn't here.
Flopping down onto her computer chair, she spun it around once and then stopped herself by propping her feet up on her bed and looking at her brother.