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The Elephant on the Plane

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Switching from pacing to slowly spinning, she starts to grumble.

“Can I at least get, like, a crossword puzzle? I’m sure a lot of effort went into building this containment cell, but really? I’m a twenty-something, I’ve got an attention span only slightly longer than a goldfish.”

She sighs, and Phil can't help but chuckle. The look he and May exchange a second later is confirmation that neither needs the DNA results to know that she's Skye's.

"Give the word, I'll get her a suit."

"If I sarcastically say 'Hail Hydra' or something, can you at least, like, interrogate me?"