"We found one! We walked through and were in a little cafe in Paris and we, uh, borrowed their espresso machine." She followed after America, not aware of her surroundings until she bumped into the back of her. She looked at her friend and then around, the same feeling of being on edge running through her. She took her bow off her back and notched an arrow, keeping it pointed towards the ground; she wanted to be ready if something came leaping out at them.
"This definitely isn't Paris," she muttered a tinge of uncertainty in her voice. She hesitated before accepting America's challenge of exploration, wondering if this would be their only chance to get back. "Yeah, I guess we could see what else is around," she said, but she didn't feel too hopeful. She didn't see a lot of buildings and the ones she did, looked run down. At least the town they were in had a nicer decor look to them. This almost looked post-apocalyptic.
"I've got your back," she said, placing her hand on America's shoulder. Better to let the amazing, star stomping superhuman in front of her go first. "Can you star port now?"