I think I just did not have a clear idea of how Americans lived. How different people's lives could be in the same city. [ She came to New York on Charles's private jet, landed straight in Westchester. It was only when she'd asked Logan to bring her to Harlem, a place she knew by name as where she was born, that she'd made the startling realization that what she'd had as a child in Cairo... was a reality, even there.

But that was a long time ago. And it was a problem still today, but a problem on Earth. Here, things were very different. ]

It's quiet because there is life in New York, Clint. Here, this world is just trying to learn how to live - taking copies of different worlds and places, and what can be found there, trying to make a replica of how we lived our lives. [ Maybe they are copies, too. But that's a thought experiment for another time. ]

If she fills this place up with more like us, more buildings... I expect it to be a little less quiet. But I doubt that that would be better, necessarily.