[i]Skirting and dancing around, yet not telling us[/i] who [i]we're supposed to face.[/i] It was an important factor to everyone here, certainly, but for her it was the key factor. Midgard was weak and far too often the battlefield for bigger wars with better players; Kat couldn't care less what some insignificant figure thought of her but she wasn't prepared to start making powerful enemies. It would appear she would have to wait however as Fury didn't seem hugely forthcoming with any information.

She looked over at Sam as he spoke of wanting to know his teammates. She gave a small smirk as she looked back to Fury, wondering if anyone else here had any more personal grievances with her father. But names didn't seem to be what Fury had in mind as he led them to the black room. She reached out and put her palm against the wall for a moment, looking about as others disappeared to the cubicles. It was easier for her to change into her 'costume' - though in truth the clothes she wore now were more likely to fit that criteria - as a gold mist began to cling to her, shifting and revealing leather and metal.

Yes, that was easy. Working with others would be harder, working [i]well[/i] with others was an even rarer occurrence for her. That wasn't how she'd been raised or trained; trust was important, and trust was something she was severely lacking in.