[ It's a rough world and sometimes petty things like ownership just gets in the way. Who would blame her for being as assertive as she was to take what she wants?

The tabloids with grainy photos far less useful for print than on cellphones were keen on trying to collect the fact about who Felicia Hardy really was. Sticky-fingers, selfish, klepto — hell, slutty — she's heard them all and it hadn't changed her in the slightest. She still put her uniform on and went to work, just like everyone else. What was really different, besides the fact hers clings far better than anyone else's would?

Her greens were sharp as they snap up to the stranger, a pointed finger. ]

Queens — New York? Uh. America — Earth. [ Does she need to keep specifying... oi. How do the Avengers deal with this? ] Mmm, let's hold off on the luck talk until we find some place with intelligent life that can give us a few answers. I'd bump it to "not the worst thing that could happen" status, just to be safe.

[ She flashes her an awkward, reassuring smile at least before shifting her gaze. ]

Do you remember which way you came from? We can go the opposite way to see if there's anything useful.