Yelena had to admit she was lost. Especially since she was reluctant to actually ask anyone directions. This was a ship, right? That meant that theoretically there was only so lost she could get, right?

Those thoughts were getting less and less comforting the longer she was wandering the halls. It seemed like this whole place had been designed by creatures that didn't share a human mindset at all. Which, considering the appearance of some of the people she'd seen, might not be that far from the truth. Then she chided herself for that thought. One of her first teammates looked a whole lot like a humanoid lobster. Granted that had been because he was a human-lobster hybrid thanks to his scientist father, but that was beside the point. She should know better than to judge by appearances, no matter what Marketing said.

Maybe because she was concentrating on her thoughts and her thoughts about her thoughts was why she didn't realize that the door she'd pushed open led into a room that was already occupied. But she didn't stay oblivious for long. After all, not noticing people talking, even if they weren't talking to her, was a sure way for a super hero to get herself killed quite quickly.

"I'm sorry," she said, only just resisting the urge to hold her hands out to show they were empty - a pointless gesture from one with super powers, but still an almost universally acknowledged one nonetheless. "I must have made a wrong turn somewhere. I didn't mean to bother you