[She meets his smile with one of her own, warm and slight but genuine all the same. She reaches for her mug again, partially for something to do with her hands and partially because she doesn't like waste. She sips at the cocoa, letting the rich hot liquid linger on her tongue for a moment.

Steve's statement gets an intent look from her as she quickly searches her memory.] Sif. The tall female warrior? Dark hair? She was in New Mexico, I remember her from Thor's file. No, I didn't realize she was here, I hadn't encountered her yet.