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His first reaction went ignored, knowing his mind would process what he had just seen and force him to look again. Three, two... and there it was. Greer's smiled widened, exposing sharp, elongated eyeteeth. "It doesn't," she answered coolly. "But when it does, I'll be prepared."
The woman stepped further in, walking on the pads of her feet. Her tail swished lazily behind her, making her appear more approachable. "Enjoying your stay so far? SHIELD has a nasty habit of working their think tank to death."