So far with her time on Earth, Caiera had learnt she loved curries and ice cream, although separately, that coffee was a terrible drink that many Avengers endured to be alert, and that when whole cultures didn't have to worry about surviving the next moon passing, they got obsessed with very silly things. Just how many cars did one need when they could only be driven one at a time? And had to obey the same speed laws as less 'flashy' ones?
She had also observed that when Bruce was at the helm, there was more complicated terms flowing out of his mouth and what Barton had called nerd-speak. She was fond of it, fond of Bruce talking and, occasionally got the upperhand by summarizing his explanation neatly in terms of his people. His stunned and amazed expression amused her for a long time afterward.
Now, comfortably hidden with the illusion spell, she walked through a miserably cold place into a dark and loveless complex. She was watching their escorts more than listening to Bruce's hypothesizing, ready to handle any threat as every. However, when they were sent to the Stargate room, she all but pulled her partner back to the door. "Can you feel that?" she asked lowly face tight against the pressure the odd portal poured out.