That answer makes her falter for a second, and wonder if maybe she dialed the wrong number. As if she's ever wrong when it comes to numbers, but if this isn't the other universe, if the World Trade Center isn't still standing... why doesn't Peter's number belong to Peter?

She swallows hard, folding her arms around herself and hunching her shoulders a little, and gives Steve one more long, measuring look before answering with a little nod. "Yes. Please. I just need a little time to figure out what happened. ...and maybe a change of clothes, if you can manage it."