frank wasn’t one to usually find hanging out in the science labs, but his current bounty was a self-proclaimed ‘man of science’ and if anyone knew about him, it’d probably be the scientists. especially given how latverion was controlled by one force. sighing, he kicked his booted feet up onto the desk and looked across the desk at jemma, “sorry to take time from you, i got word from someone who said i can trust your intel and you in general - was hoping you can help me with finding someone?” he had meant daisy, trusted her word on who she said was good or bad; and jemma was solidly an angel, apparently. “i’m frank.”

she’d been used to the admiration and the fame since she’d landed here in latverion - after all, she was one of the better champions in the killiseum, not that was anything to be truly proud of. “oh hey,” she paused, raising her brow at one of the costumed folks - a spider by the looks of it. couldn’t tell exactly which one though - too many of them. “looking for anything? i don’t keep secrets here, you know -” she asked, a hint of a smirk on her lips as she set down her weapons, a hand on her hip. “but if you tell me what you’re doing in here in my room, i’ll happily help you look for it, yeah?”

she blinked and then shook her head and then blinked once more before focusing her sole attention onto kate. “yeah.... what?” more often than not, hawkeye one and two tended to get into more trouble than they did anything else - but this was... something else entirely. “how the hell did you manage to do that, kate? was clint involved? was lucky?” somehow getting any of them into the killiseum to work and closer to her was a better idea than much else, but still natasha knew she had to be wary of how much fondness and affection she showed anyone - doom was always watching, but this warranted a quick fix and few well-placed lies - at least for kate’s sake.

“mmm, it’s for my husband, actually.“ layla noted, turning to answer the unasked question as she recently handed over a list of sweets she hoped the local baker could make. “or sort of, it’s for steven - he’s nicer and deserves more kindness than marc at the moment.” she shrugged as if that explained much of anything. a small smile spread upon her lips as she turned to anna marie, ”how did you get your start in baking? was it a learned thing or just a passion?” curiosity got the better of her, normally layla wouldn’t be that direct - but this entire situation being here on latverion had changed her entire perspective. plus, better to get to know the folks who she lived with and around.