It was about what she expected for the reasoning, if only because she had, in fact, seen one or two kung fu and samurai movies in her day. It didn't quite make sense to her personally, but it was enough that some people would count it as important. "And no clue on who's currently at the top of the chain, and what they want the best of the best for - if it's not simply their desire to fight the best of the best for their own honor," she filled in.
It was depressingly little for how long he'd been away, but that was the life of a spy; baby agents were always slightly offended when they realized dead ends happened and weren't just a red herring plotline.
She waited, the sound of fist into flesh almost boring for the organization, and as she did, checked on the Quinjet. When he came back on, she said, "The bird is clear to launch as soon as it finishes pre-flight, and we have your coordinates. Estimated flight time is-" she raised an eyebrow. "Good thing you've got most of the troublemakers in cages. Sit tight, Agent Hawke, we're on our way but it'll take a solid eight."