One day she's going to see Alexa, and she's going to remember the conversation with Remi. She can add, thank you very much, Mr. Son of Namor. She's no Reed, but she's sharp. "I'll blame your uncle for you. I know half of that is from him.

Is that due to your up bringing, then? Believe me, that would be ... 'our' fault. If I could have a dependable cook cook for us, I would. I don't frust Reed's robots anymore."

There's a warm grin, and she can see this. "A lot like Mary, then? But less aquatic and more Skrull?"