"Right. An army of hand-chosen soldiers, called to serve with no choice in the matter. Same old story." Why did people get sent home? They still had no solid theories, and at this moment, with both of the other veterans having walked away just ten minutes ago, she found herself intensely tired of it.

When he didn't read it immediately, she just shrugged, and squared up against his inspection. "Meet-and-greet used to be Stark's job, but you watched him leave just now. So, yeah... guess you can call me the leader for our little gang, even if that just means I'm trying to keep you all alive."