One of the tics that was ingrained into any agent was a constant undercurrent of paying attention. Eleanor's mind absently picked up that bit of information and cross referenced it with the knowledge of her previous addiction. She wasn't surprised though. That her hero had kicked the habit was only to be expected. That she'd had the habit in the first place only made her more heroic; if you knew your heroes had flaws, then you knew you could aspire to be like them. One day. Maybe.

"The tricksters are the worst. At least you have a target to punch with the fighters." She sighed. "But I'm not an invulnerable, super strong fighting type, so I've gotta learn to play the role of trickster myself. Maybe I should hope for Loki, so I can learn from playing against him. Like Agent Romanova did." Not many humans could outsmart a trickster god. It was just another legendary trait of the woman that formerly wore the Black Widow mantle.

"Kree and Ares...," Eleanor murmured. The mix was staggering. The SHIELD files on Roxie were more than a little nervous. If that much power ever went bad... "I look up to you." She just suddenly blurted it out. Then she flushed, her cheeks going pink. "I mean...I just...want to be like you. You always do the right thing. I don't always even know what the right thing is."

"I've heard of Agent Fury. But our paths haven't crossed yet. Which I guess is weird considering what SHIELD wants me to be, but not as weird as you'd think. SHIELD is pretty huge, and everybody's always busy. But you knew that. Because you're Ms. Marvel."

((ooc: Aahhhhhh...I know that feeling so well! It's all good. I've done the exact same thing until somebody poked me. Worst feeling ever, but just a part of long form RP sometimes!))