"Paladin," she corrected herself and looked down at the beer with a lifted eyebrow. Oh yeah, not a governmental op, but she had turned down a lot of his hospitality thus far, so she took the beer and adulterated it with a bit of salt. She needed electrolytes and to hydrate, she was low on blood. It was faintly amusing to see how others saw Avengers, as the lofty do-gooders while they did the nitty gritty. "I don't think I'd be much use to your group."