Anyone calling this place home would be more suspect than anything in Natasha's mind. Nothing about the situation sits right.

Peggy presses on, poking at Natasha's, what? Viability? She can't seem to let it go. So maybe vague isn't the answer - an outright lie, a request for help. "Not clearly. It's strange. The fountain surprised me, until I was out of it, and looking back at it, and then it seemed right. I knew the pack would come floating up. I knew what I'd find in it as soon as I opened it. I didn't know where I was going when I started walking until I got there, but once I did, it all felt..." She trails off, shakes her head. "I'm not used to being this cut adrift. I don't like the way it comes back in pieces. It's the worst kind of surprise."