( a low whistle escapes from between her lips as her fingertips smooth out worrying circles around the rim of her coffee cup. she's not entirely certain what she'd expected, coming here, but hearing somebody rattle off the multiverse theory like that was somehow totally normal — well, suffice it to say, skye's not prepared. she finds herself wishing fitz was here to explain it to her, even if it meant dealing with his exasperated "doesn't everyone wake up and talk astrophysics over coffee?" levels of disappointment. )

Fuck, Loki? ( clearly, the quarantine has excellent property damage insurance. ) That's ... yeah. Wow.

( on the plus side, the other woman obviously isn't rooted in fear, so skye thinks it's probably safe to breathe for now. )

You know, they said this place was weird, but I don't know. I was thinking, like, bizarre currency conversion or funny colored coffee. I don't think I even considered doppelgängers and the multiverse.