The computer beeped unobtrusively, and after a glance at the screen Nick fixed Daimon with a quizzical glare. "You're not in the system," he informed them, shooting a dubious look at Jess. The database had no record of him, and S.H.I.E.L.D. had done its best to take a census of every person who arrived on the Sphere during the evacuation. It was quite possible he'd fallen through the cracks somewhere, but that no record of Hellstrom existed on the Sphere definitely wasn't helping to earn Nick's trust. Still, Jessica's opinion did count for something.
"What exactly are you going to do?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning on the desk as he stared Daimon down, unimpressed so far. Occult creepy shit was it's own realm of weirdness and Nick knew very well there were about as many charlatans as there were actual magic practitioners. Nothing said Daimon was even necessarily one of the "good guys." It was possible he was just here to make the situation worse.