Solona Amell | America
It wasn't the first time America had found herself in a place that she couldn't kick her way out of, sure around this point she'd have expected Peggy Carter to show herself, or maybe Madam Masque to show herself and explain what was happening and exactly how she was going to get out of this, or at least which ass she had to kick to get herself home.
But no one had jumped out at her to explain any of this, and though she'd seen some others around the small town they all seemed to be just as lost as her.
At least until she found a sort of gathering and the smell of food. If there were answers to be had, they'd probably be somewhere around here. The woman in armor caught her attention first, she didn't look like she was out for a fight as much as she looked like America, like she had found this gathering and decided to make the most of it.
"Hey, you know what's going on here?" She asked as she approached.