She followed his lead, stepping in to the apartment before him and then settling in the entry way, not far from the kitchen.
She preoccupied herself fussing over Jacob a little bit, he was thankfully asleep, but she pulled his little hat off and touched the make-shift carrier, adjusting to make sure he was close and comfortable.
"It's...I think close to a month since I woke up." she admit, he was the first one she'd spoken to. "I should have said something when you got up but I..." she glanced at the computer on the table in front of her couch, mostly untouched "I haven't been...watching I guess." her words were soft, unsure, like she didn't quite know if what she was saying was true or not, even if it was.
She wanted to say she was sorry, about Peggy. That was the one thing she had done, over and over and over. Read the list on her phone, watch it, check and check over and over. His name never appeared, and neither did hers, or a few others. Their community had dwindled, the closeness seemed broken as well. They were separate now, torn apart just as much as they had torn the spire. Small groups here and there, clusters of people who clung to one another, none of which she seemed to fit in to. She loved Bucky, knew that she would be accepted in to his family if she wanted it, but she still felt...out of place, even with just the thought of it.
Maybe it would have been better just to let it be. How was this any better?