His lock screen is a lot more wholesome than her own screenshot of Captain America's butt, that's for sure. Jen can't help but grin at the picture, at the quintessential scene of domestic happiness.

"Aww. Look at them, cute as buttons." They really are, all of them-- and looking so cheerful and happy. She spares a fleeting thought to Ms. Potts of this world who didn't get that, and feels foolish about the prick of sadness toward a woman she only knows by reputation and from TV appearances. Propping a green elbow on the counter, Jen cradles her chin in her palm.

"You must miss them. Wait, how long have you been stuck here, anyway?"