Trying to rest has mostly been an exercise in frustration, but at least she finally feels like she's warming up. Her head's still foggy, but she thinks that's more the result of the concussion than the after-effects of the cryo chamber.

Nat and Sam had both been in, one at a time, but the conversations had been brief. She'd tried to sleep, but found herself unable to keep her eyes closed, keeps flashing back to the moment the mist descended, to the scratching at her door.

When Bucky comes in to the screened-off alcove, she sits up on the makeshift bed, tired but determined. "Yeah," she says.

"Want to go watch it blow?"