"What? Santa can be a black woman." She laughs and pulls out a packet from her bag. "Here, I can trust you to be a good guy, can't I? I mean, you're Steve Rogers."

She gets close enough to him to make contact and holds the packet out - it's full of little rubber earplugs. Up close it's somewhat more obvious that she's injured, that something about her pallor is off and her eyes are lightly unfocused, despite the brazen grin and the swagger in her walk.

"Got a bunch of these at the Cornucopia. Figure they'll come in handy eventually, right?"