He takes a step toward her, and the illusion, or whatever had washed over her, breaks. It's a different man, with eyes that remind her now of the blue of the Tesseract. She has half a mind to leave; she's not supposed to be mingling with the locals like this. She's supposed to be a ghost, her sole purpose the recovery and protection of the Tesseract. But why can't she look away from him?

Especially when he throws a smile her way. Disarmed, she barely realizes after the deed is done that she's smiled back at him too, a matching grin to his charming one. She doesn't even know what he's talking about, exactly. Science fiction? "Was there anything more before?" she asks instead, in English but with a clipped accent that sounds like Russian or German. "I just arrived." After a beat, she feels compelled to add, "From out of town."