[ Listening to him thoughtfully, Daisy tries to remember what it was like to think that way. Had she ever, or has her life always been so messed up that she's looked at the world in a fundamentally different way than everyone else? ]

A few weeks. But I'm an agent of SHIELD — we're like the CIA for weird stuff, so all of this... [ She shrugs her shoulders slightly with an almost sad smile. ] I guess I'm more used to it than pretty much everyone else here.

[ She hold her hand out to him then, offering a handshake to go with her introduction. The palm and wrist are wrapped firmly with a strip of grey fabric that disappears beneath the sleeve of her coat, but her fingers show a speckling of mottled bruising in various colors, from newer blues and purples to fading yellows and browns. ] Daisy Johnson.