There was a good thing about being sent to so many facilities for numerous reasons, Ash managed to slot in to many of them easily, either because she knew someone in them or because someone had been transferred too.
"Pozdravleniya." Ash's pronunciation of the word was, for most dialects, perfect. Although her understanding of languages was scattered and varied, usually small phrases or words she'd use when on a mission where her powers were used for infiltration or subterfuge. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. It'll help having a Russian for a teacher."
Very few of Ash's assignments were secret, they ended up just being information gathering or spying. Having someone who could infiltrate as an exact replica meant that there was no covert operation, she just walked through the front door. "Nothing spectacular. Small issue with a private security firm selling supers as body guards. Conflicting interests being what they are," Ash shrugged one shoulder. She signed herself up for things when life got dangerous, when her son was put in danger because of what she was. But she didn't especially like signing other people over to things involuntarily. "Time will tell, I suppose."