No, she wouldn't cry again. Not now at least. Bucky spoke bluntly, and honestly as he knew, she appreciated that about him. No sugar coating anything. "Yeah, you're right Bucky." She hoped at least, and that showed as a muted blue was her primary color.
She looked between the two of them again as Miguel spoke, him unknowingly dashing that hope. "... Do we even want to help our Station? I hate to compare us, but the people here seem a lot better, or, at least nicer than the ones from our world." Blank, included. They were willing to let Higgs do as he wanted with the people from this Station, just so they could survive. "The me here... She reached out and told me that she forgave me for what happened."