Most of their plans boiled down to 'shoot something', regardless the letter. "The Inhumans?" Assiah repeated and peered at the readings hopefully. "That's better news: more assets than us and they're twice-over ticked at the Kree. They're not part of SWORD, but we are at least good neighbors. If we make contact, might get some help."
Snorting at Adam and Diz's philosophical sulk-fit, she shook her head in defeat. Testosterone, deadly stuff. "Painting with a pretty wide brush with that one, ain't we? Because while I am pro my job being quieter with less experiments gone awry, I also like oh, fire. Effective medicine. Dippin Dots." She crossed her arms and sighed. "Inhumans are being attacked, and there's a hole in space. Need to pick a problem and get going, guys."