Striking. [no dig in her tone.]

Are you the one from New Zealand? Superior Marmite and all?

The States. By way of Argentina, when I was a child. But my parents were from England.

[her accent is probably a choice, at this point, but she's not going to dump all that out in absence of a mind-controlling portrait hall.]

If you know the Avengers, I almost died with them once.

[at that, ava laughs. loud. slaps her thigh just once.]

Might as well be. God. [what if you were so deprived of normative relationships as a child that friendship comes across as cultism!] Bunch of superheroes, actually. There's a guy who apparently fucked up the network, Tony. Iron Man. Whatever. Stephen Strange, Bucky Barnes. The ones I got stuck with include Bob. Ringing a bell?

Had the privilege of standing in an incinerator the size of a three bedroom apartment with some of them. Apart from that, no.

Who did you think was strongest? Sounds like you got data.

Huh. [would've made being trapped at the bottom of an elevator shaft considerably less unnerving.] Fair. Haven't heard of our ones being able to do anything like that.

I mean, if he can also create someone's head blowing up out of nothing, that'd be quite a range.

[fair to say that food and drink are easier to come by in the mansion than anti head blowing up tools and equipment.]

Been told it's probably not 'nothing.' Law of Conservation of Energy. Not quite sure how that applies to magicians and whatnot, but theoretically, it comes from him, from wherever he draws from. You have him make you some food yet?