SHIELD Headquarters

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The flight, as advertised, is brief - slightly less than four minutes to reach the Helicarrier, ahead of the final moments of sundown. A sturdy room is arranged for Roxy, while the others are ushered into a pleasant but perfunctory briefing room, while medical technicians flit about, looking for signs of contagion.

The small assortment of magazines are soon supplemented with briefing folders - high level views of recent history, designed with interdimensional travelers in mind. Delivering the folders is a green-haired woman with an air of curt authority.

"I'm Special Agent Brand, Liaison to Offworld Visitors, amongst my other duties. I'm here to baby-sit you while we wait for the Director. I've got instructions to answer your questions to the best of my ability, provided there are no security implications."

The recitation of the speech gives the impression she does it just often enough for it to have become rote.

"We've got food here, if you require it. If you have special nutritional needs, let us know."

SHIELD agents, on cue, wheel in carts of food, fresh from the Helicarrier's cafeteria.