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Complete collapse of the ecosystem, irreversible global warming, drought and mass extinctions.

The last one may not be so bad.

Generally extinction is bad.

It is completely natural phenomenon.

That still doesn't make it a good thing.

Maybe you should look after your planet better if you think that.

I'm only one person.

When I know, I'll tell you.

An update would be really nice.

I bet it would.

[And still, no update. Sorry Daisy.]

We can't just sit here. You don't do just sitting here. Try Coulson again.

You're the one getting antsy.

[Don't put it on her. She's doing a fine job of just sitting here, thanks. She can if she has to. Waiting for a call back is smarter than going in blind. Sounds like Daisy's gotten too used to making plays and calling shots.]

Of course I'm getting antsy! We should have heard something by now.

[Daisy doesn't like to sit around, but she knows acting rashly might get someone killed. Still she can't help feeling like she could be doing something else to help. Call it her survivor's guilt, that's not going away anytime soon. So sue her.]

It's been way too long.

Typical.

I mean I'm happy to do what I can, but it has to be bigger.

Define 'bigger'

More people actually giving a shit for starters.

[She would sue her, only it'd have to be for copyright infringement, since guilt was May's thing first.]

Fine. [She punctuates the clipped sentence by getting out of the car, shutting the door behind her with more-than-necessary force.]

I'll go. You stay here.

[Even while she's issuing the command, she knows Daisy won't follow it. In the distant past, when Daisy was the rookie agent and May was the S.O., maybe—or maybe not, but it's a completely unrealistic expectation now, with Quake.]

[Daisy doesn't like being told to stay behind. She's not really used to working with a team anymore.]

Yeah, of course.

[Come on May, you have to know she has no intention of staying in the car].

[She's not an idiot. Without looking back over her shoulder, May hand-signals for Daisy to go the opposite way around the perimeter. It isn't an order. It's a suggestion, take it or leave it. There are Watchdogs inside the building. That much they do know.

So, over comms and out of nowhere:]

Felix Blake asked me out once.

[She's this close to speculating about whether that would've been morally worse than Ward in the long run, but it's more amusing not to say anything else.]

[Daisy goes in the opposite direction, she hopes to help May surround them. It's hard for her to be anything close to objective when it comes to the Watchdogs, considering they want to exterminate her kind.

She's shocked at May's random revelation.]

Really?

And he believes in Astrology.

[Think about that. Think about the knowledge that 'Inhumans are freaks' and 'Astrology makes perfect sense' are coinciding opinions in Blake's mind. What the hell, right?

She presses her spine up against a wall and goes still, listening for footfalls. If they pay attention to the rotation of patrols, they can get more guys down before they're noticed. But Daisy's seasoned by now. She shouldn't have to be told.]

Apparently, he has balls of steel too.

[Daisy can't believe what she's hearing. Then again nothing really should surprise her anymore. Just another minute and they should be able to make their move.]

[Hear that assenting, satisfied huff of breath? It would've been a laugh, coming from someone more demonstrative. May's taking it as a compliment.]

You're not easy to approach, yourself.

[It's still a compliment, going in the other direction.]

[Who wants to date her anyway? She's like the angel of death or something.]

Have my moments.

[Right, because everyone else is doing so well in the romance department?]

You have fans.

[If it doesn't take balls to ask Daisy out, then May's training failed somewhere. Anyway, it's time to spring into action. There's a patrol about to go by her, so they'll have to pick this conversation up a minute from now.]