She sighed slowly, counting to ten in her head to resist just phase her pen into someone's intestines and taking an early lunch. "Thunderbolts have plenty of an arsenal. Now, transport, personnel armor, a security system not reliant on Starks' nosy whims..." Looking up, she waited expectantly for any useful comments. "Frankly, the less we on his short leash, the more work we can get done. Thunderbolts requires results and while the main team has had a few successful outings, not enough to have the council breathing down our necks." She leaned back, let Osborn put the pieces together, if he was as savvy as they claimed.