It wasn't Tony's fault that her descriptions sucked, but frustration flashed across her face anyway before it softened into a pout. True, there was nothing striking about that information, and Kate couldn't imagine that suggesting Daisy looked like the kind of person who carried a major chip on her shoulder would hold much weight either. That could have easily just been her M.O., and that was just Kate’s opinion, completely subjective. She didn't know Daisy the way Cassie did. Still, no one else stood out particularly in her mind, that had to mean something, right? Kate was hopeful, if not still a little restless.
Her leg bounced anxiously beneath the one over it until she uncrossed them and scooted her chair in closer, cheek rested against her palm. “I honestly don’t,” Kate shook her head. “But they’d have had to, right? If Daisy’s the one she left with.” Either way, that still left them with nothing. Kate dragged her hands down her face and groaned, why was this so annoying, god. “I mean, I don’t doubt that they saw each other last week, or at least got in touch, but that’s not enough to-- ” But wait. Kate’s eyes averted; the space between her brows pinched together and she froze.
“SHIELD...” she murmured, snapping her gaze forward again. “I’m pretty sure Daisy works for SHIELD. Cassie mentioned it and then there was this thing with the...” Lizard people in the subway she was going to say, but that wasn’t important, though the phone call to get SHIELD in on the situation was. “Anyway, um...we could call them and ask, couldn’t we? And if it turns out she's gone too--which then we could somehow match up their disappearing times--then we have every reason to believe that Daisy is the friend she ran off to help.” Was she wrong? Wide-eyed, Kate was lit up by the revelation and looked to Tony for support. For anything, really, except, well, rejection.