Daisy's head is spinning from everything she's learned in the past... however long it's been. An hour? Time doesn't work the same way here, so she's been told, so it seems like there's no way to be certain just how much time passed since she woke up alone on the beach.

Not that she'd been alone for long. John Henry had immediately found her, putting a few dozen questions in her head before taking her to a Bucky Barnes who had only added to the mountain of unknowns. It was overwhelming, to put it lightly, though she'd tried her best not to let it show.

A few minutes is all she's allowing herself to regroup. Gather her thoughts, find her balance, then get back to work. She pauses outside a building with a sign reading Public Library, a blanket wrapped over her Quake suit. Another shiver passes through her, the chill in her bones proving as stubborn as the sand still clinging to her hair. She tugs the blanket a little tighter around her shoulders before continuing on her way, mapping the street as she wanders without direction.