"I have no clue who she even is let alone who her father is. We don't do wet works, and she's not wearing the requisite green." Nika shrugged. Maybe this woman could get some psychiatric help.

"I'm not going to let those be kept at the embassy." She wrinkled her nose. "When rotten parts fall off, time to call... some superhero to take care of it. Maybe an Avenger or one of those who were fighting demonically possessed mailboxes."