Carol sighed and tossed her phone onto the couch. "And this is why I don't bother getting dressed in fancy clothes until 5 til, Chewie. Tony bails like a boat's sinking," she announced to her cat and poured herself a glass. Poking the screen, she forwarded the readout and coordinates to SWORD. "Hey, Lima, can you confirm these and if I need head out or is someone closer on they way?" she asked the SWORD agent.