America gives the pistols a dull look, not that it can be seen through her visor, then focuses on Tracer. "If you're planning on shooting me, I certainly hope you'll wait until after the-" And then the screaming starts. Her head snaps towards the action and she bristles for a moment, just a moment, before forcing herself to relax.

This isn't something she can change. There's no citizen to rescue. As much as the Legion liked to pound the 'jurisdiction' nonsense at her, there really wasn't anything to do this time. How could you change someone's past?

She reaches up, places a hand on Lena's shoulder. Gives it a squeeze. Focus. If this were home, the scientists already be dead or under arrest. But this already happened. Maybe not this badly, if she'd understood Esper. But still, it had happened. "Say we rescue her. What then?" She glances back at Amélie, eyebrows bunching. What are they doing? She wants to know. But who knew if they were on a time limit? "Whatever they've done to her has already happened. The first time I really spoke to you, you were acting as if she was your worst enemy. What will happen if she suddenly remembers you rushing in when she's at her weakest, rescuing her and pulling her to safety, and then the rest of her life is spent following her normal history?"

To America, it sounded like a recipe for a host of mental issues.