Kate and America
Even if she had trouble keeping the sand out of her converse America wasn't tiring of the beach, not even the ery disposition. She'd opted to just go barefoot, rolling up the bottoms of her black jeans, the short sleeves of her Karma-Taj shirt and for once, she left her jacket back at the temporary 'home'.
The beach was littered with items and hell if she wasn't going to pick through it like a raccoon in a dumpster. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary, for she had to grab what she needed how she could get it surviving in the Multiverse. And now, she felt great out in the sun opening portals to help her fellow isle folk move a few things while she waited for Kate Bishop and Lucky to come.
She'd promised Stephen she wouldn't leave the coast unless there was danger and to find him immediately. What she was really excited about, was finding fabric and paints to make him a jacket. Ay dios mio, she hated being patient but helping first and getting to hang out and meet Kate and lucky was just icing on the cake.
America carefully looked through a new set of boxes once she'd finished helping the others rummaging to see what was inside.