"Killer fog, killer wildlife, duplicate bodies..." She quietly notes the various big picture things he's mentioned, trying to shuffle them around into the puzzle that's already forming from this place. The next one gets a tired but resigned tone. "Time loops I can handle. I went through a hundred loops just a few days ago."

Maybe a couple hundred, it was impossible to tell when her memory reset whenever she'd died. Coulson had a better count than she did, but as he'd often lamented, she hadn't powered him up every time.

Lifting a hand to rub at her forehead, she winces slightly as her fingers contact one of the many scrapes from her fight with Malick.

"Do you know what happened to the Other Me while she was here? As far as weird town stuff goes."