He was definitely trouble. Colleen ambled up the steps, a brow calmly raised as she surveyed the man's fancy cohorts after they came to a harmonizing defense. Definitely foreign, though they were not any force she was familiar with, but she decided that they could not have been there to do any good, not for the Fantastic Four. It was too suspicious. Rather than draw her blade immediately, Colleen stepped up to the man who could only have been their leader and took the proffered glass, swirling around its content to awaken its aroma. Her eyes peered at him from over the glass as she took in the charming scent--it was a good wine, Colleen did not need to taste it to know that. But damn was it tempting.
"Something tells me this is not my kind of party," she said lightly, handing him the glass in the midst of breezing past him. It could be, though--it all depended on how the next couple of moments panned out. She turned her attention on a handful of soldiers walking out with obvious FF equipment, and she placed her hands on her hips, standing there for a very hot minute just to be sure Colleen was sure of what she was seeing, then turned around wearing the look of a skeptic. "Does the Fantastic Four know you're giving their tech away as party favors?"