Quorra had scurried after Sam, shifting Marv to one side, before squeezing his arm in half a hug as they walked. That would do for the welcome home for now.

She peers out at the boat and purses her lips. Exactly the sort of thing she wanted to avoid. Without waiting for Sam, she walks over and hits the switch to close the view, blocking out the agents on the boat. "It's a prettier view at night, anyway," she beams. Nope, she still doesn't quite grasp what it means to have Captain America in one's living room.