That one question tells Natasha a great deal—in particular it tells her he doesn't remember being here before. The other Barnes was very familiar with the simulation room.
If she feels something about that, she shunts it away; whatever memories she might have of him from her time on Ximilia or feelings about the way the orbs play with people's lives and memories is a matter for another time. Ideally, a time when she's alone. Maybe in her room, or working out with a practice dummy.
She raises her chin a little at the cool welcome.
"Barnes," she acknowledges. "Usually it doesn't take two people to run a simulation, but..." She shrugs and glances around them. Clearly what's usual doesn't matter a whole lot just now.
"Usually find the orb isn't as easy as riffling through the couch cushions, either."
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If she feels something about that, she shunts it away; whatever memories she might have of him from her time on Ximilia or feelings about the way the orbs play with people's lives and memories is a matter for another time. Ideally, a time when she's alone. Maybe in her room, or working out with a practice dummy.
She raises her chin a little at the cool welcome.
"Barnes," she acknowledges. "Usually it doesn't take two people to run a simulation, but..." She shrugs and glances around them. Clearly what's usual doesn't matter a whole lot just now.
"Usually find the orb isn't as easy as riffling through the couch cushions, either."