[ She doesn't roll her eyes — she does it often, even under professional settings — but it's a near thing. Maybe it's audible in the dry shift to her tone. ]

While I don't doubt you'll do that regardless, no, they haven't stolen body parts. The bare minimum Morningstar has ever asked of us, apart from our voluntary assistance during the rescues, is that we don't shit the bed.

[ She's quoting Leo Fitz's welcoming spiel to her and yet it manages to sound crisp instead of crass in her elegant accent. Then her eyes narrow a fraction as she circles back to what he said earlier; it's an unusual statement, to be sure, but not the first time she's heard a member of the displaced clarify a body as not their own.

There's a beat, and then she asks, quite frankly, ]

Were you artificial intelligence or an android in your world? Or is there another reason you're unfamiliar with your own body?