That was all very exciting and Bobbi gleefully bounced around to lean on the Director's desk to face him, appreciating its fineness and his generosity until it got real serious. 'Even Phil' made her smile falter, because out of anyone she thought maybe he would get to remain an ally amongst the living, and if he didn't what did that mean for everyone else? They were going to have to tell her mother that she was gone and Bobbi had to let her believe that. But that was going to keep them all safe, no matter what she did. And mom could stop worrying about her.
"Well, there cannot be a body," she pointed out, smile pushing back through as she spoke until she unearthed her waning enthusiasm. "There has to be-- oh, a cave in! And my whole unit was wiped out during an investigation in the vibranium mines of Wakanda!" She clapped her hands together, head cocked for approval, obviously finding this quite romantic. She could get by on a new identity; she did really like being a different person. This time, maybe she would write for National Geographic and have a dog named Barney-- she never got to make long term fake-life plans before.