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Crystal	More seismic activity. More messages from Attilan. Black Bolt and Medusa sent Crystal to find out what was happening with Inhumans in the outside world, and to make sure that whatever Inhuman was setting off these readings and seismic events wasn't under duress or in danger. And neither is particularly patient. Though to Crystal's mind, Medusa is by far the worst. Sisters are like that. So with another seismic reading, she's simply put it all on the table. She left word with Johnny in case anything untoward happened, then showed up at SHIELD. In a fashionable Van Dyne skirt suit of off-white linen and low heels, she looks like she could work for a government agency. In a way she does, after all. Approaching reception, she smiles politely. "Hi there," she greets. "So, this may sound weird, but do you happen to know if you're currently housing someone with...some sort of seismic abilities?"
Clint Barton	As one might expect, that question gets looks, looks followed by a few confused glances. The guy at the desk, a young agent in a perfectly pressed suit asks. "I am afraid I'm going to need your name and see some ID before we can answer any questions, if you'd like to step over to this room on the side, we'll be happy to review your credentials and give you what answers we can," his tone is calm but forceful, same as the royal guard might use at home when they're trying to be polite about their duties. He gestures to an office with opaque glass walls.
Crystal	Crystal smiles faintly, just a little bit of tightness in the expression. "I would, but I'm afraid I'm a little light on identification. It's a long story, but the short version is that most places require things like recognized birth certificates before they issue identification. So I could give you a fake ID, but as you are all well-equipped to identify those things, I feel like it would probably be a waste of both of our time." She looks around the counter, quirking a brow. "Do you have a...sign-in sheet or something?"
Clint Barton	The man blinks. He hadn't heard anyone actually refuse to give ID fake or otherwise. "One moment," he said, turning away with his hand to his ear talking in hushed tones. He turns back, "No sign in sheet, not without ID verification, but if you wait a moment there's someone coming to speak with you." He gestures for her to stand off to the side of the desk.
Crystal	"Thank you," Crystal says politely, stepping to the side as indicated. She waits patiently enough, hands clasped in front of herself, but she's looking around as she does. Marking entrances and exits. Gauging the people who move through the lobby. Preparing, just in case. Between the skirt suit and her looks, she doesn't particularly read as a threat, but there's something about the way she holds herself that suggests she can take care of herself if she needs to.
Clint Barton	When word came to Clint that someone was looking for someone with seismic powers his first reaction was: "Fuck." Then he remembered the report that he got from the Avengers, about somebody looking for Skye. "This better be her, or I am going to shoot her," he muttered to himself. "I swear to god, no more Zola Inhuman bullshit." On the way down he put in a quick call to medical to pass along the message that the person looking for Skye had very likely just dropped by and to ask her what she wanted done about it. While he waited for medical to call his cell back with the info he went down to the lobby to meet their guest. He grabs a sign in sheet off the desk on the far side of the metal detectors and brings it through to Crystal. "Would our mystery guest sign in now..." he says in a fair immitation of an old game show that was on the classics channel when he was growing up. "Hey, I'm Clint Barton," he says presenting the clipboard. "Want to tell me who the heck you are?"
Crystal	"I can," Crystal answers, reaching out to take the clipboard as if this is perfectly normal procedure. "Whether or not you'll believe it is a different question." When she passes the clipboard back, 'Crystalia Amaquelin' is written in an elegant hand along the line. "A pleasure to meet you, Mister Barton. I hope you'll forgive me for the awkwardness, but there's no easy or normal way to do this, I'm afraid, and given the readings we've been picking up, we're a little bit worried that you may not be equipped to handle the powers in question." Diplomatically saying absolutely nothing useful. Medusa would be so proud.
Clint Barton	Clint takes the clip board and has a look. "Yep, you're right," he says about believing her. "So, tell me Crystal. Mind if I call you Crystal? But, anyhow, did you ask anyone else about this person you're looking for?" He waits for that answer. Meanwhile up in medical, Nancy one of the nurses knocks on Skye's door, popping her head inside. "Agent Johnson, Agent Barton sent word that," she looked down at the note. "The person who talked to the Avengers about you might be here, and he wanted to know if you wanted to meet her if she checks out."
Crystal	"Crystal is fine. Crys, even, if you want." Crystal tilts her head slightly as she considers Clint, letting the question sit for a moment. She's on the young side, but she's had her share of experience. Not to mention training. "Yes," she finally answers, in a tone that suggests they both already knew the answer to that. "I spoke with some of the Avengers. Thor, and the Wasp. Though that was before the most recent event. I planned on waiting, but it's obvious the intensity of the events is increasing, and the very last thing I - or we - want is for an- For someone with those abilities to be involved in some sort of disaster. Especially since it seems your government is already attempting to single out powered persons with these Sentinels."
Skye Johnson	Skye, who has counted the ceiling tiles backwards, forwards, sideway, and started to look for new and inventive ways to occupy her time given the extreme lack of distractions would probably have welcomed a visit from Arnim Zola right about now. She wasn't exactly looking forward to however many more days she had to stay here, and then the death sentence of desk duty for the rest of a month, or until May decided she wasn't angry at the young Agent anymore. She hadn't even been allowed to go visit Bucky, which stung more than she'd admit. "Yeah, sure, whatever," Skye mutters, not letting on how welcome the visit is. She was still being withdrawn and pouty after all. "Tell him that would be fine. Not like I'm doing anything else."
Clint Barton	"Alright, I'll pass along the message," Nancy says to Skye, before ducking out of the room. "Crystal it is," Clint says. Normally he'd have gone for the most familiar of options, but right now with at tiny thread of distrust there, he didn't think it was the right fit. Though Crystal does say the magic word: Avengers. "Phew," Clint says. "That's good, though really, Thor and Wasp? Not exactly reliable messengers, though Thor did get the word to us that you were looking. We'd probably have reached out sooner as well, but, things have been hectic." Clint pauses a moment, checks his phone. "Anyhow, the person you're looking for gave the okay to see you, so, you're welcome to come up," he reaches over the entry desk against the protests of the guy manning the gate, and takes a visitor's pass and tosses it to Crystal. "Put this on and follow me," he says, giving her time to do that before leading the way up to medical. Making sure everything is clear with them before he comes and knocks on Skye's door. "Hey, I'm here with that person I mentioned, good to come in?"
Crystal	Crystal smiles faintly, taking the badge and clipping it onto her lapel. "They were available. The alternative was Johnny Storm, so. Which would you choose?" There's some fondness there, despite the words. She follows behind Clint once he's on the way to Skye's room, counting her steps and turns. Clint may even notice the faintest movement of air around him, as she sends tiny currents ahead of them, checking for traps. He isn't the only one with doubts.
Skye Johnson	"OMG why are we knocking.." Skye begins until Clint gets to the part about '..with the person..' and she realizes why. Ooops? "Come in. I'd answer the door myself, but they've got me strung up to the bed." Skye was still in pressure casts and would be for at least another day pending what medical had to say about her vascular recovery.
Clint Barton	Clint can't help but smile at that, "I'd have gone with Thor too," he nods before leading the way to medical. Once there he smiles at Skye's question through the door and then opens up, letting both himself and Crystal inside the room. "Skye, this is Crystal, Crystal, this is Skye. I'm guessing we can skip the this is the person you were looking for, this was the person looking for you thing and get down to the business at hand."
Skye Johnson	"I'd have gone with Johnny," Skye mutters under her breath as they enter the room, because of course she heard everything. Of course she doesn't know who Johnny is, and she's merely being contrary and cranky because of enforced bed rest, boredom, and the fact that a month long punishment is looming. Once inside the room and introduced, Skye crinkles her nose. "Hey. I'd shake your hand, but.." She lifts her arms just a tiny bit to display the inflated pressure casts. "Go figure, huh? So you're the person Thor said was looiking for me? I gotta ask, did you really think I was being held prisoner?"
Crystal	Crystal stops short when she sees the collection of casts, brows rising. "Wow. That went poorly for you, didn't it?" Shaking her head, she steps forward again, moving toward the side of the bed. "Skye, is it?" she nods. "As your friend said, I'm Crystal. And...I'm like you. At least that's what we suspect." She pulls over a stool, settling on it before she looks between Clint and Skye. "Is this the result of the latest event?"
Clint Barton	Introductions made, Clint just steps back and lets the ladies talk, "Oh no, I am just the peanut gallery from this point on," Clint says. "If you want any info about Skye, it's coming from her." Though he does allow, "I may provide a bit of colour commentary as well." That said, he does take up a spot by the door, arms crossed eyes and likely ears fixed on the conversation.
Skye Johnson	Clint gets a *look*. "Colour commentary?" It was clear the two were very compfortable and familiar with one another. "You're just saying that because I can't do anything about it right now." Crystal gets a much less saucy answer than Clint, "Yeah. Kinda overdid it. Oops?" She shrugs. "So you're the one Thor was saying was looking for me? He didn't say anything much about you. Just the bit that you were worried about me being held prisoner, or brainwashed or something." Skye frowns softly, "You know, I thought I was the only one. Inhuman, right?"
Crystal	Crystal's smile quirks slightly at Skye's question, wry. "I didn't assume that you weren't a prisoner," she answers. "Subtle difference, but." She shrugs. "We've found it's generally safer not to assume either way." "Inhuman," she agrees with a nod, though her head tilts with a speculative look. "Not a term I thought was in common use," she admits. "But if it helps, you're far from the only one. How long since terrigenesis?"
Clint Barton	Clint just smiles and shrugs at Skye's glare. Though at the mention of Skye not being the only Inhuman, Clint asks: "How many are there?" They had about fifteen or so currently. Though as yet SHIELD had no idea of how many there actually were.
Skye Johnson	Skye notes Clint's question, making no indication that they had any others on site. "Yeah, my father told me what I was. After it happened." It wasn't like Cal had had time before she'd been kidnapped and this had been forced on her. "And about five? six months ago now?" Skye knew that there were others - with her mother - and like Crystal's people, that they had been watching for others of their kind to manifest. What Skye didn't know was whether or not Crystal and her kin were to be trusted, or what, if any, agenda they had.
Crystal	"More than two," Crystal replies to Clint, dry, before she looks back to Skye. "Still relatively new to it all then. That explains some of it. And I'm guessing you knew very little about the process before it happened." She purses her lips for a moment, trying to decide the right way to come at this. "All right. We can all play games about sharing what we know for hours, but it's not likely to help anything. And Randac willing, it'll all be moot soon anyhow. Why don't you tell me what you //do// know, and I can fill you in on the rest without wasting your time with what you've already figured out?"
Clint Barton	Clint nods confirmation. "Yeah, about that," he says of how long it had been since Skye'd been changed by the mists. It'd felt like a lifetime ago. Crystal's wry response gets a snort from Clint and a glib, "Are they bigger than breadboxes?" he didn't know if the Inhumans played twenty questions on road trips or not. Or if they had roadtrips for that matter. So he shuts up as promised and lets the ladies talk.
Skye Johnson	It really had felt like a lifetime ago now. She certainly wasn't even remotely the same person she was then, and she'd thought she'd changed drastically to that point. "Nothing," Skye says quietly, the single word bitten off. "I wasn't exactly a willing participant." Her memories of that time were not pleasant. "I know most of what I can do. How to control it. I'm still figuring out the finer points of what I can and what I can't. Keep finding new things. That's kinda neat. I know it's tied to my heartrate. I think that's particular to me. And I know that there's a belief that each of us has a purpose. Not quite sure what bringing down mountains will be useful for, but that's me. Quake."
Crystal	"No kidding it's nothing." Crystal stands up from the stool, pacing a few steps as she organizes her thoughts. "All right then. Starting at the beginning. Stop me if you need things clarified," she adds, unbuttoning her jacket. It's //business// time. "About twenty-five thousand years ago, the first of our people migrated to where we are now. We were masters of genetics, even then, but it was another...ten thousand years or so before the time of Randac, who discovered terrigen and the effects it would have on our genetics. That was about fifteen thousand years ago," she adds, wiggling a hand back and forth. "Our society is formed around the idea of using our genetics to strive for excellence. I recognize this is not a popular mindset," she adds, looking back. "I know enough of your history to know that there's been an incredible amount of strife over 'genetic cleansing.'" She even make the little air quotes with her fingers. As Crystal speaks, an odd dichotomy reveals itself. In one moment, she sounds formal. Her diction, her word choice. Everything is carefully studied. And then in the next, she's all casual - aware of common pop culture. "Before anyone panics, we're not going to start interning people or killing anyone off. Promise."
Clint Barton	Clint nods, "Glad someone else made that connection," he says of genetic excellence and well the not-so-good things people have done in the past to achieve it. "How do you manage that then?" he asks. Then as a thought occurs, he glances to Skye, "Heh. If they're all about genetic pefection, no wonder Zola and his crew were interested, given Hydra got its start from the Nazis."
Skye Johnson	Skye listens to the history lesson nobody else was able to give her. She suspected (or was that hoped) her mother would have been able to fill in those blanks, but at this moment she had only her father's assurances that Jyiang was alive. And after the affair with Zola, and what she'd found out there, Skye wasn't entirely sure she was - or if she was, that she would be findable. Clint gets shot a look when he dumps info on Zola, but since he has, Skye adds, "There were people working on an artificial means of terrigenesis. I was proof of concept. That quake you felt was me burying him." Crystal's reassurances get a cautious nod from Skye. "About that. Where do you stand on forcing the change." Her lips are set in a firm, unrelenting line. It would seem this is a big point of contention for the young woman, and quite likely a make or break in this budding relationship. As for genetic cleansing.. Yeah. Skye had already realized that she didn't have the luxury of staying out of what was happening in the world right now with the Sentinels, though she holds off on that until she has her answer on the other.
Crystal	"Believe me, we've learned the hard way that cultural differences can lead to some serious misunderstandings," Crystal says ruefully to Clint. "But that's later. As for how we achieve it, mostly by controlled breeding. Arranged marriages. Part of the government is the genetic council, which reviews all potential matches for genetic compatability." She grimaces, pausing to choose her words again. "We never force the change," she answers Skye. "It's an honor, and a rite of passage. But we //do// deny it sometimes. A certain percentage of the population responds poorly to the change. They exhibit physical mutations that offer more of a disadvantage than an advantage. For example, I've one cousin who changed in such a way that he can't survive outside of water without specialized equipment. Another of our people changed into a doorway. He can't speak. He can't move. He can only send people where they need to go. That's his gift, yes, but...at what cost?"
Clint Barton	Clint shoots a shrug back to Skye, figuring the Inhumans had to know at least a little about Zola by now. Though the whole selective breeding thing definitely gets his attention. "And that's mandatory?" he asks. However the hits just keep on coming. "Wait a door? A guy went through the mists, then bam, came out as a door? That can happen?" another glance towards Skye, clearly registering his gratitude that her change wasn't so extreme.
Skye Johnson	"Uh.. selective breeding. Nope. Going to cope out of that, thank you very much." The young Agent's features set in a stubborn line that Crystal might not know, but Clint certainly does. As for Clint's surprise at what the change might bring, she doesn't share it, which suggests she guessed such a thing could be the result, or she's found that out since. Either way, Crystal's information there isn't a shock. "I guess you're here because of the mess with the Sentinels and the uptick in anti-Powered attitudes?" While it was no surprise there were those who had always mistrusted mutants or considered them lesser lifeforms to not only be hated and feared, but obliterated, there had been seen a growing openness in those sorts of responses and attitudes since the Sentinels had first been sighted. If Clint's relief is somewhat troubling.. she doesn't say so at this moment.
Crystal	Crystal wrinkles her nose at Clint's question. "Define mandatory," she replies, shrugging. "No, it's not mandated, especially for the lower classes. Not marriage. But procreation does have to be approved by the genetic council. We have limited resources," she explains. "And while people are free to choose otherwise, there are social consequences. Things are changing, but it's slow going." Crystal herself doesn't seem to be a huge fan of the restrictions, chafing. "But yes, going in a person and coming out a door is something that happens. We do believe that terrigenesis brings us the gifts we need," she nods to Skye. "So if you follow the logic...Selective procreation with the blessing of the genetic council leads to the best possible offspring with the best possible outcomes of terrigenesis, which benefits society as a whole. You're free to marry whoever you want in theory. But you're risking the possibility that your children may not be suitable to undergo terrigenesis, which means they won't be able to contribute to the kingdom to the best of their ability, which will adversely effect their social standing." A beat, and then she shakes her head. "In short, you've got choices, they're just kind of crappy." Yep, definitely chafing. "As for why I'm here, there are a lot of reasons. You, Skye, and what's been happening with you are a big one."
Clint Barton	Clint notes Skye's lack of surprise with a quirk of his head but he doesn't comment further, instead he takes in Crystal's explanation and nods. "I see what you're saying, basically you toe the line or you look like a bit of a dick to everyone, sort of like growing up in a small town."
Skye Johnson	"Woah, back the truck the fuck up, we have a Kingdom?" Skye's tones are incredulous. And then it hits her, or rather, several things hit her: That peculiar diction. The movement in and out of more relaxed and formal vernacular. The small biting edges on certain words and phrases... The remarks about a stratified society. A ruling council.. working classes.. "No," Skye says softly, not necessarily to Clint. "What she's saying is if you don't toe the line you lose your rank." Leaving Skye to realize that what her mother was doing was very likely not only frowned upon in their eyes, but illegal as well, and something they would be bound to put a halt to, if not worse. "So who are you, really. Not your name. I got that. I mean, where do you rank in this? Someone inportant enough to represent them, but I'm guessing just enough of a problem that if you go awol you're a reasonable loss. It means you're riding that line, aren't you? Between listening to the council and following the breeding program, and what you'd really like. Based on how you're talking, you feel like you're honour bound to follow the mission, but you're chafing at the bit now that you've gotten out from underneath the microscope lense." "So where do I fit into all of this? It seems like a lot of trouble to be sent for one Inhuman in the wild." Other than they'd had no control over how she'd come into being. And the fact that she also had an awareness of herself that extended past Zola.
Crystal	"That's about the size of it," Crystal nods to Clint, returning to the stool without actually sitting down on it. At Skye's question, she smirks. "I don't so much like to think of myself as an acceptable loss," she drawls. "But you're not far off. For the record, though, I pretty much begged for this." She sets her hands on the stool, leaning on them a bit, then lets out a breath. "My sister's the queen," she answers. "She's married to the king, who is our cousin. Black Bolt. Our kingdom is called Attilan. And to continue our blessedly abbreviated history lesson in the interest of answering your question..." She steps around the stool, settling in again. "Black Bolt's parents - the former king and queen - were also geneticists. In attempting to reach perfection, they exposed Black Bolt to terrigen in utero. It was a step too far. Black Bolt's power is his voice. It's so destructive that his merest whisper can destroy a building. And he was born with it. They raised him in a carefully constructed chamber until he could learn to control it, even in his sleep." She's somber as she explains, though there's an undertone of sympathy in it as well - genuine affection. "Black Bolt's brother Maximus envied his station. He schemed for power. In defending their parents, Black Bolt accidentally brought about their deaths, and Maximus twisted things to convince the council to exile us. I was just a kid at the time, but we spent...a long time traveling the world, running from his assassins." Which explains her passing familiarity with some things. "Eventually Black Bolt won back the throne. But we've spent enough time here to know that we can't keep hiding forever. We started looking. And when we did, we found SHIELD and HYDRA's activities in China. We found you. And I managed to convince Medusa and Black Bolt that it was time to start getting serious about not being a secret."
Skye Johnson	And with mention of China, everything slips into place. Why her. Why now. Why of all the Inhumans floating about.. Not that they'd know what her powers would be, but they'd have been looking for a rogue outside the known patterns. And knew specifically to search first within SHIELD - even if that one could have been an utter crapshoot if things had gone another way. "So, how about you tell me what you know about my parents before I launch into that." Seeing as China was no accident. If they knew that, they had to know more. She does manage an apologetic shrug. "I didn't mean that acceptable loss thing so.. okay, I'm blunt sometimes. Just if you're here, they expect you will or won't succeed. If you don't, they know you're off the reservation and they're okay with that. Or more okay than if it were someone else." She doesn't quite bring up the matter of there may be some hoping Crystal doesn't come back, or the fact that there are likely some who may be looking at that as an excuse to finish the job of before. "If you do succeed, yay, you come back with connections and allies that your cousin can't get on his own. I gotta say, that will scare the fuck out of folks. And you haven't said what you can do yet."
Crystal	"Unfortunately, I know next to nothing about your parents," Crystal shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I wish I knew more. We were looking for Inhuman power signatures and we found them there. Our theory is that they are - or were - the descendants of people who didn't make it to Attilan before we withdrew from the world. But we don't know for sure." She pauses, grimacing apologetically. "At the risk of sounding like an ass, there's a possibility that the reason you're hurting yourself with your powers may be related to diluted genes. Or it may just be training," she adds quickly, raising her hands. "Just...being honest." The question of what she can do gets a faint smile. "I'm an elemental," she answers, holding up a hand. "Water." With a spin of her finger, she draws a small sphere of water from the air, then stretches it out to leap from hand to hand before dispersing it again into ambient moisture. "Air." An eddy of air - that Clint may recognize from the trip down the hall - swirls around the room. "Fire." She snaps her fingers and a small, dancing flame appears in her hand, shaping into a human form before it dissipates. "Earth." She looks to the stone walls, and the stone itself seems to melt into a symbol like two lightning bolts merging into a V. "And various combinations thereof."
Skye Johnson	If she's insulted by the suggestion her genes are diluted, Skye doesn't look it. "Particles here. As far as we can tell. I know you found me by the seizmic stuff, but that's just the tip of the iceburg. Making things shake was the first thing I did. It was kind of uncontrollable. I was.. well, I had no clue, and I was hurt and afraid. I've mostly got it under control now, but new things still tend to get away from me..." Her voice drifts off as she regards her arms. "I was angry. And hurt. For everything he'd done to me and people I knew. He.. he didnt' just change me, he forced the change on others. And before that, he took my mother and cut her into little pieces trying to figure out how to make the change happen to others. He figured out the crystals eventually, but by then he'd already done that damage." She heaves a sigh at Crystal. "There weren't people who understood my powers to teach me. Once we figured out the heartrate thing, things got easier. I did a lot of work with meditation and learning to control my emotions. Turns out we're similar to, but not the same a mutants. So it's been a lot of guesswork. But this.." Skye nods to her casted arms. "I went in there knowing this would happen. This wasn't a mistake. I wanted to make sure he never got out of there ever again. That he was buried so deep that nobody would find him. Probably wouldn't have been so bad if I'd not .. well, I overdid it with a new use when we attacked a Hydra base. Didn't have enough time to heal up totally. I'll live."
Crystal	"That...is another reason for us to step out into the world," Crystal grimaces at the description of the things HYDRA had done. "What kind of royals are we if we aren't protecting our people? And if you and your mother's people were here all this time...how many other inhumans are there in the world? And how many of them are in danger while we hide in Attilan?" She takes a deep breath, letting it out with a shake of her head. "What's going on with the mutants and these Sentinels right now is just another warning. Mutants are scattered. They're everywhere and always have been, citizens of whichever country they find themselves in. Maybe if the world could see us, see an entire kingdom of people empowered by change...Well. Maybe they'd think twice about hunting down people who were just born different."
Skye Johnson	There's a slow, careful nod from Skye. "I've been caught up in my own things, and hunting him down, but recently I've seen and heard a few things that have made me realize that I don't have the luxury of sitting back and doing nothing. I'm.. lucky. I'm in a position where my friends and coworkers know who and what I am and they don't care. And I have a lot of power, besides my position." Knocking down mountains isn't a small thing by any stretch of the imagination, even if it is one of the easier things she can do, ironically. "I owe it to all those people who are in hiding to be a voice. To be out there, showing people different. Or at least helping our people. They're scared. Some of them never knew - and Hydra wanted to put the terrigen out in the world in a way that everyone who could change, would. That's.. why I did what I did. You know, other than the other obvious reasons." For a moment Skye is silent. Quietly, then, "I want to help. But I have to see it with my own eyes. Our people, I mean. My mother's people. I have to - I need to know where I come from. I want to understand.. No. That's not it, really. I mean it is, just you knew who you were, and who your family was. Your entire life, you knew." Skye gives a faint shrug, hampered by not being able to move her arms terribly more than wriggling her fingers at this moment. "I know why SHIELD did what they did, and I can accept that, but I grew up with none of that. I want to see where I come from. Find out what it's like to have family that's like me." Clint is given an apologetic look, because she realizes how hurtful that might sound if not taken the right way. SHIELD /was/ family, but they weren't Inhuman. Skye needed someone to share that with.
Crystal	"Well, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that families are pretty universal," Crystal laughs low. "Ours just happens to be a little weirder than most. But I could arrange a visit to Attilan, once you're well," she agrees with a nod. "I'm sure my sister would like to speak with you about what happened to you. What you know about the rest of the Inhumans out here in the world. How we can best help them." She leans forward, setting her elbows on her knees in a casual pose that certainly doesn't match the title of princess. "We can help with your powers, too. My cousin Gorgon has trained countless young Inhumans fresh out of terrigenesis. He can probably think of a few tricks to help you keep something like this from happening again."
Skye Johnson	And there's Skye's trademark crooked grin, "I'd like that. I was thinking I would like to take a leave of absence and try to figure some of this stuff out." She nods to her arms. "Once they spring me, that is. Hoping it's soon. I have this birthday barbecue - hey, how would you like to come to my birthday? Oh, and it's Steve's.. Uh, Captain America's.. birthday too. We're going to celebrate them both, and throw a fuck you Zola party besides. I'd really like it if you came."
Crystal	"Well, how can I say no to a fuck the guy who cut up your Mom for science party?" Crystal replies with a crooked smile of her own. "I mean, that's just shoddy science, honestly. He ought to be ashamed of himself." She glances to the casts, rueful. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but like you said, not a great idea right now. There's still so much more you can learn about our people. I'm happy to answer what questions I can. The more questions //you// ask, the better prepared we'll be for stepping forward and the questions that other people will ask."
Skye Johnson	That's about when a nurse steps in and gives one of those not so quiet quiet coughs and suggests that Ms. Johnson needs her medications and some rest. Which seems to be the universal signal for this meeting is over. "Cool. And if you're in the neighbourhood, drop in? You have a name to drop at the door. Don't mind security too much. They're picked for their ability to scowl. Scares off the wannabes." It's likely good the nurse stepped in, because despite the fact Skye would protest that she's fine except for her arms, healing does take a lot out of a body, and she's doing so at an accellerated rate. Sleep is essential.
Crystal	Crystal laughs, standing up. "Oh, wait until you meet my cousin Karnak," she grins. "Then we can talk about scowls and being intimidating. Rest well, Skye," she says as she steps toward the door. "You've a whole world ahead of you now." She nods to Clint on her way out, smile flickering. "I remember the way."