On the bright side, his eager nature is better than just about anything else at calming Faye down, green eyes carefully rising to meet his. He seems so young, somehow. He's probably not any younger than she should be by now. He's probably not seen any fewer years, and yet... there's something that he still has, something that she lost long ago. If there's anything that she feels that those fifty lost years have taken from her, in spite of being asleep for every one, it's youth. Hope. Optimism. It slips through one's fingers quick, when the world around them is suddenly changed, and not necessarily for the better.

She feels calmed, and she can't explain why.

"You could talk to the ITF. Island Task Force," she replies, leaning forward until her chin rests on the back of her hand. "Bucky Barnes, Kara Thrace. They might be your best first bet. But when I say capable, I mean of protecting yourself. There are people who died down there. Thankfully, none of our own, but we had plenty of injuries. The people down there were mad. Crazed. Did all types of things to their body for a bit of extra strength, and it backfired. So you need to know how to protect your own life."