The ground crunches under America's feet. She's not sure about any of this, but even with her helmet's audio receivers turned to max, she hadn't gotten any solid direction for the sound. She's turned everything back down to normal and, gun in hand, eschewed stealth. If someone was watching her already, all the hiding in the world wouldn't help.

Besides, how dangerous could the inside of someone's mind be? There weren't any real psis on the team that she was aware of.

She moves in, watching the faceless men warily. Was there a danger now? Could she be harmed in someone else's memories? Either way, they seemed content to ignore them, so she just... kept pushing through, following the subtle urging that she hoped would lead to the nightmare generators and not some dead end. And now... A lab. She'd seen facilities like this. Run by criminals and in the Justice Department itself. But what was going on?

There were too many questions. And the men were being just cryptic enough to... Movement in the corner. She whirls, raising her pistol and half-way through the motion realizes who she's looking at. Carefully, unsure of whether touching anything or anyone will be dangerous, she makes her way over to Tracer and clears her throat, lowering her voice to a hush. "Almost makes you feel like a voyeur, doesn't it?" Not the best greeting for someone she barely knows. But the obvious questions will be answered if she just waits.