She takes a mental stumble at that, going tellingly still as her own expression goes carefully blank. Considers the implications of that for a moment before she steps forward again, moving to join him.

"Or this place just took your memories of it. It's been known to happen, apparently. I'm missing about a year of memories of this place, or so Steve tells me." She glances over at him, searching his face out of the corner of her eye, lips pressed into a line, although one corner tilts up in an attempt to keep her manner light.

"So the Quinnjet took a detour after all?"