So there was nothing in the implant. [ it isn't a question. it's acknowledgement, quiet acceptance. a deadend, really. but daisy tries to think of home, of what coulson and may would tell her — the old cliche, too. when a door closes, open a window.

maybe this doesn't have to be for nothing. ]

Does your former coworker have a name? An employer?

[ the doctor talks in unhelpful riddles as much as cassius does. she's not surprised they're working together. ]

When you say symbiotic, what are we talking about here? He helps you with the crossword, you scratch the metaphorical itch he can't reach?