....7:49 AM...

There should be a god with the title 'god of messes'.

Henry looks grim and serious the screen with his hands on the table in a ball put together. There are other people on the screen including Miss C appearing to be professional as she can ever be. If a clown had given out a random chortle in the scene then perhaps one of those agents would drag him out of the room.

"Well," I said. "I am about to send Tonya off to you; so this skype message is very...unnecessary."

"Miss C just told me what Knight did," Henry said.

I stand there, confused, raising a brow.

"I am aware of most of Knight's where abouts," I said. "Most of them but not all. Women need their secrets of their own."

"We know she has had contact with HYDRA," Henry said.

"Rest assured," I said, shaking my right hand. "I know Knight better than that.I have been with Knight for most of the time on Midgard." I frown. "But who says she has been in contact with HYDRA?"

"Miss C," Henry said.

Miss C smiles brightly.

"And HYDRA is some one we have a conflict with at the moment," Henry said. "We cannot risk another deflecting to HYDRA." I narrow my eyes towards Miss C observing her physical features more closely. ""Remember the power you gave me? Well, I am using it."

Miss C nods.

"...Miss C," I said. "We have met before."

"We have not," Miss C lied.

"No use lying to me," I said.

Miss C leans back in her chair.

"Miss C?" Henry said, looking off towards Miss C.

"There is no use fooling you," Miss C said. "You know who I am."

If I had been so pale then I would have become more pale than before.

"Anyhow," Henry said, turning his head away. "Send Tonya to us and we'll send our little problem solver to you."