Sorry, I don't like my odds in this showdown. Those bullets may not do much to you, but I'm a bit more fragile. I don't think this is the hill he wants me to die on.

[ Maybe. She's not entirely sure Isaac's going to have her back now, but she tries to catch his gaze and hope that she can convey some sort of solidarity with just a look. She doubts it, but she can wish. None of it changes the fact that her blood feels hot in her veins when she looks at Ward again. Not in the way she usually likes. ]

I'm curious about a couple things. First, how do you know the others are being brought back? [ She's reaching for her comm device, the movement slow and deliberate. Her gun stays held loosely in her hand, pointed at the floor. Is it on the network and she hasn't seen, having been in the darkened hallways? ] And second, how did you know he sent me? My closest friends don't even know.