[center][i][b][color=00ffff]Alex - Avengers' Quarters[/color][/b][/i][/center]
As more and more people arrived on the landing pad, Alex started looking from face to face, scouring all databases she had access to to ge the story, as no one seemed to be making any introductions - she had a suspicion that was at the request of her dad, so she was forced to socialize. Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to have a lead, at least she could judge how much of the story was each of them sharing. Personally, Alex and Thomas had no intention of telling the rest of Alex's true nature as a machine, much less what kind of machines she was derived from. Not while Logan was still present, as his claws were true adamantium unlike her skeleton and he could most likely make short work of her if he didn't like what he heard, and had the temper to do it without asking questions.

Nope, they would stick to her cover story of a lost daughter Thomas didn't even remember the mother of - That one was believable all too easily given how the media liked to pair him up with every woman he ever appeared with, even if it was just a business meeting - that came to live under his roof when her mother's will told her who her father actually was after she passed away. It also nicely done away with explaining the various powers she had, as for all they 'knew', her mother could have well been Mystique - that mutant seemed to replicate like a rabbit, with all too familiar results. If push came to shove, the plan was to keep the origins of her powers shrouded in mystery under the mask of a bit of a jackass personality.

Focusing her thoughts back to the present group, she looked over her results. It was hard not to place the Wakandan, he stuck out like a sore thumb. The new black panther would be joining them for now, albeit reluctantly it seemed form his body language. She made a note to mind the anti-metal claws on his suit, although both her nano skin and her own suit's composite armor panels should be immune, if he sank the claws deep enough, she would be in trouble.

Then there was the she-spider. In another time, another life, it may have well been her that would be ASTRA's creator, having the brains and the money to back such a project up, albeit perhaps not the connections to acquire some of the materials needed. Alex was curious to see just how did her nature in person differ from the one she put up in public, that would be interesting to observe, and perhaps experiment with.

Then there was one of the shield's trainees, someone she made a note to watch out for, as he was one of the few that could rat out her identity if her was to keep his hands on her for too long, should she allow such a thing or need to get into his head for whatever reason with her telepathic link.

Finally, there was a rather normal looking lady - no suit, no tech, not an alien either, a mutant perhaps? Alex caught her making eye contact and flashed her right optic to imitate a wink. It was at this point SHIELD's current on duty technician caught up with ehr database hack and denied her further access... Well, more like Alex didn't want to crash all of their firewalls and leave them vulnerable to someone else's intrusion.

[i][color=00ffff]Looks like the sightseeing is about to begin.[/color][/i] she thought as she followed behind the others, the thuds of her armored footsteps echoing in the hall. She was starting to be bored - after all, she lived here, and knew this place as well as FRIDAY. She just hoped she could keep living in her room and wouldn't have to move in here - it would be awkward explaining why she never needed any sleep. She would have to require access to the hall of armor anyhow, unless they thought to move heavy lifting equipment into her room so she could dress up.

When the veteran avengers seemed done with their guided tour, she raised her hand. [color=00ffff]"Can I skip the scans since mine are already done?"[/color] she asked, unselaing her helmet with a hiss and taking it off, cutting off the doubts about who she was to anybody who watched news. Someone as scrutinized by the Paparazzi as Thomas Starke didn't suddenly gain a daughter without public awareness. To the frustration of the newspeople though, other than what shots they could make of her, they offered no explanation or interviews to the press. [color=00ffff]"After all, I already live here."[/color] she turned to face the new team, scanning their faces to see how they would have reacted to her.