Lena is physically uncomfortable, enough that when America speaks, she nearly jumps out of her skin and points both pistols in her direction. When she recognizes the familiar face, she still doesn't lower them -- after all, she hadn't forgotten the last time she'd been forced into a mental-scape with allies. Allies became enemies. And in front of her was a Widowmaker being indoctrinated into Talon.

She hasn't a clue what to think or how to react. Amélie's scream yanks her attention back, turning Lena at least one shade paler than she had been. It wasn't that she hadn't seen horrible things before -- Null Sector had decimated King's Row, killed hundreds of people as all rogue Omnics did. But--

The yelling, the restraints, the needles, all of it combined causes her to stiffen up so tightly that her hands begin to shake.

"We've got to do something," Lena replies quietly, looking back to America for ideas. Even if it was just a memory, even if it wasn't real -- what if it had lasting repercussions?