"Four months is a long time to be on the run, Miss Greson. You must be at your wit's end," Nicky sympathized. "Please make yourself comfortable. I assure you that you're safe inside the gates of this property." As Nicky said this, Jarvis entered the room, bearing a tray that held a steaming hot pot of tea with an assortment of tea bags, lemonade with lemon-and-mint infused ice chips, as well as an assortment of small finger sandwiches and cookies.

As Jarvis set the food down, Nicky stared at the white band for a long moment before looking up to meet Mira's eyes again. "This project...was it a government project? SHIELD? AIM? Someone else?" If the Avengers were going to help out, they needed a place to start investigating. "I assume that this database you're speaking of is somehow linked to that band on your wrist."