"_" "_" "_" "_" "_" "It's perfectly normal, Jemma." "Statistically speaking, most women prefer a bigger size." "Ah." "I think that's why Bridget would be the perfect..." ""Bridget"?" "It's a television and would consume over half our bedroom." "What if it fell over?" "We'd be dead." "Yeah, but it's 80 inches." "4K OLED HDR... that's just the way nature intended it to be." "Well..." "There you are." "As it turns out, uh, sharing a room on base requires a bit of negotiation." "But enough about us." "It's your registration day!" "Yay!" "Oh, yes, I'm gonna need your old watch." "Upgrading all S.H.I.E.L.D. tech, post-Accords." "Lucky me." "Do your thing." "So, we just need to, um, take your pulse, and we should be good to go." "Ah, you're a regular hummingbird, aren't you?" "Yeah, which is why your new watch is such a unique challenge." "Inhuman vitals require individual calibration, so my new model can account for your velocity down to the picosecond." "Really?" "Were we all born in barns?" "Be careful, would you?" "I refuse to have a messy lab." "We all know the Golden Rule." "A tidy lab is a happy lab." "So, uh... have you guys thought about moving in together?" "Outside the base?" "An apartment." "More room for Bridget." "Perhaps a breakfast nook?" "Who could live without one?" "Hmm?" "Thanks for that." "She's gonna be obsessed now." "Obsessed." "Now, this will track your biometrics and keep a constant GPS record, time-stamped and accurate to within a few feet." "But I didn't get you anything." "Right." "Now, um, if you take that off, we will know and we will send a rescue team, so just don't do that." "_" "Not cool, Yo-Yo." "The Zephyr's about to take off, and you're just gonna let me leave without saying goodbye?" "Are you going after Daisy again?" "Where are you headed?" "Well, intel says she's on the East Coast." "We've got every USGS satellite and geological monitoring station on it." "So, if she uses her powers, we'll know." "Does she get to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. pet, too?" "Bagged and tagged like a stray dog." "Oh." "That's only metadata." "I mean, unless something happens, it'll just... gather dust on a server." "I actually think it's pretty cool." "Yes, I know, Mack." "You love rules." "You were probably a choir boy, too." "They needed somebody to sing the bass." "Look, I just want to let you know that I'm gonna be your case officer." "Why would you want to do that?" "They give me a stipend." "Okay." "Look, I thought you'd be excited." "It means I get to see you more often." "Oh." "And I don't know..." "Maybe I could take you out to dinner sometime?" "How does that sound?" "Are you buying?" "Yeah." "Within reason." "Okay." "Stay safe out there, Turtleman." "Turns out the Director's credentials are missing." "And I have a theory where they are."