"You are too used to being a scientist, dear-" Don't retch. "-and not having to track prey or people to have thought of it." She smiled faintly when he accessed the files on SWORD, a goldmine of information on more possible early-alarms or potential allies to take take of. He began to go on and on about the ship and she all but rolled her eyes. Yes, the Skrulls' collective mouths watered at having the advanced tech, but the way this man went on about rebuffering processors and data collaters instead of the engines and weapons? Idiots. "Found anything yet? Can we intersect the probe?"