She slows as they begin to pass the window, then stops for a moment.

Even with all of the traveling she's done -- inside her own universe, and outside of it -- years in a city make the landscape seem too large. Her eyes lift to the mountains; aside from the scatter of buildings, it's the only major point of interruption.

It doesn't feel wrong, but it does feel strange.

She touches light fingers to the windowsill, then glances back to Charlie as she moves on.