She braced for the connection with a wall only to crash into something warm. Shaking her head, she felt herself righted and sighed in relief. The one that had grabbed her was stone dead, apparently Mar-Vell didn't like her getting roughed up. It was sweet. "Before you start," she replied dryly, but smiled up at him in his arms. "It wasn't one, it was nine. Did you make it? Is the virus uploaded?"