“You’re in the reception of Stark Tower, and it’s two thousand and thirteen.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Stark Tower?” She asks curiously, looking around. “I don’t believe I’ve heard of it.” She puts her hands in the pockets of her dress and clicked her heels a bit. ”Earth then. Two thousand thirteen, what an interesting year.” She smiles, not really noticing his expression.
When she turns her head to the side she winces a bit. “Och, I think I may have hit my head during transport.” She gently puts her hand to the back of her head and draws it back, looking without interest at the dark smudges of blood on her fingertips. “Oh well.” She puts her hand back in her pocket and continues to look around.