Sif observes the woman with a muted interest. She hadn’t indented to come across as frightening, but gauging from the reaction she gets it seems that she’s done just that. Well, she supposes that she can’t blame her. Since she’d come to make her home on Midgard the humans in the area had become mostly desensitized to the sight of a six foot tall warrior woman wandering around, though when it comes to those who aren’t expecting it, for the most part they’re understandably startled.
To her eyes, there doesn’t appear to be anything remarkable about this specific woman that sets her apart from any of the others. Then, when she sees the confidence behind her eyes beginning to grow, lifting her chin in order to make proper eye contact, Sif can’t help but allow a barely visible smile to touch her lips. She admires courage as a virtue, in all beings.
“A warning, if you take it as such. I’d call it valuable advice.” She doesn’t have much of a history with firearms either, much preferring to handle cold weapons. She likes to be in the thick of a fight, not taking out opponents from a distance.
The next question causes some confusion. For all the time she’s spent acquainting herself with Midgard’s customs and technology, it doesn’t come easily to her. Either that, or she simply isn’t interested enough to retain the information properly, but she tries to give herself some credit. It takes a few moments, but then something clicks. A computer. Of course. The flashing, clicky boxes that play music and endearing videos of cats.
“As I recall, each citizen is provided one in their living quarters upon arrival. Though if you’re seeking some kind of assistance from me, I have to make clear that my strengths do not lie in the uses of technology. Quite the opposite, really.”
Not often would an typical human have the chance to socialize with otherworldly beings. No matter if someone possessed superpowers or came from far off galaxies, Skye found thrill in the unlikely opportunity. Having worked alongside a few agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. she hoped to make contact with those who wielded enchanted weapons or had the ability to fly. The drawback of being a consultant to the team was that her work was usually in the tech room.
Being in a city which harboured hundreds of migrants allowed her countless chances to learn what most humans declared the impossible. Foreign galaxies and universes were represented in the city by each test subject brought there. It was unknown to Skye whether she was Earth’s sole representative or not but revering alien races might seem odd. Coming across as "gutsy" was not her usual impression on people although it wouldn’t be a first for her to attempt.
Questioning the stranger hadn’t been an easy task. Nearly a half a foot difference between the two left her barely able to meet the icy blue hues peering down. Ignoring the knot building in her stomach she steadied a cheerful voice and continued from there. Seeing such clemency directed towards her actions caused her to believe the armoured could be hiding a merciful heart.
Sneaking a glance at the gun in hand left the brunette with a sigh of regret. Field training taught her to use weapons—disregarding her major lack of experience—even though the toned individual opposite her seemed twice as competent. The thoughts nicked her confidence but she remained optimistic about her talents. "I’ll keep that in mind." She half-heartedly assured the other.
"There wouldn’t be any reason for you to come asking me for help if I was ‘usual’. What can I help you with."
"I asked around and apparently you’re willing to do things for a price. What would you say if I asked you to get me something?”
Normally, in a situation such as this, the imitation bullet striking her arm wouldn’t have caused Sif to even blink. A non-lethal weapon as it was, the chances of it causing any damage to her frame were non-existent. That came with the territory of godhood, being mostly invulnerable to all but the fiercest of offensive attacks.
This time, however, she stops in her tracks.
The impact of the bullet causes a faint prickling sensation where it hits, more than enough to catch her attention. She hadn’t yet been given the chance to test out the scientists’ claims that they’d put limiters on her power, so this occurrence was the first she’d experienced in the matter. To her own disquiet, it seems that they had been entirely truthful. It’s nothing more than a mild irritation— even with the restraints, she remains strong enough to endure far more than the average human, but it’s enough to throw her a little off balance in her surprise.
She looks to the perpetrator of the incident, her face pinched in what appears to be light annoyance.
“Learn to handle your effects in the proper fashion, or don’t use them at all. It’s fortunate that it was nothing more dangerous." As she’s speaking, the bullet comes to rest on the ground between them, and she moves to crush the small pellet under the heel of her boot in a display that wasn’t consciously intended to be intimidating but ends up being so, anyway.
Standing parallel to the peculiarly-dressed individual left her with two options: either she really was in another universe or still just dreaming. If the theory that humans could only dream of faces they had seen in the past was true—Skye highly doubted she was asleep. The woman standing before her held a gaze which chilled every inch of Skye’s body. She needn’t forget the elaborate details and impracticality of her outfit.
Did she look cool? Yes. But it was almost as if the victim of her BB gun clumsiness was a friend of the Avengers. It wasn’t likely that a superhero aficionado could forget someone with that kind of appearance.
Despite having various questions in mind for the woman she couldn’t change the unfavourable circumstances that she created. Her vacant stare lingered until she heard the stranger voice their thoughts. Ordinarily, watching a bullet victim crush the plastic under their shoe would not be something the hacker would expect. She was taken aback by the message but began to nod in agreement.
"Was that a warning? I’ll admit, guns aren’t my strong suit.” she began with her head paused at a downwards angle. Peering towards the woman opposite her, Skye raised her face so that she could communicate clearly. A hopeful smile began to form on her pink lips before she spoke once more. "You wouldn’t know if there’s a computer nearby, huh?" A glance at the stranger led her to doubt the chances but appearances could be deceiving.
"Do you drink miss? You come to the bar to where I am seating specifically, do you have business you need taken care of?"
"Usually the first thing a guy asks me at a bar is my name." she remarked before facing the stranger fully. "Truth is, I was hoping you could help me out."
As far as training with Agent Ward and listening to Fitz and Simmons argue about their latest weapon design went, Skye experienced a relatively average day. It wasn’t long after Coulson had informed her of her history that she came to terms with her childhood questions. She knew that her story would soon begin. Readying herself for a well-deserved rest she crossed towards her small room upon The Bus. It was an unnerving feeling to have found a family when she could easily be separated from them in a moment. Even so the hacker laid her head to rest and traded thoughts of reality for pleasant dreams. However the place she awoke in was not as pleasant as she’d hoped.
A hospital. With just a quick glance around the room she labelled it a hospital. It wasn’t the setting that bothered Skye but rather the lack of company. After re-adjusting from her groggy state she began searching for any clues as to why she’d been taken there—that was until the television flickered on. About ten minutes later the woman was left with limitless questions but no one to answer them. She snatched a BB gun and creeped out the only visible door.
It was as if she was standing in New York City after the alien attack met defeat by hands of the Avengers (though S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to deny much of that story). Although the skies looked clear it was obvious that some sort of catastrophe had caused the damages to buildings around her. There wasn’t much she could do however since she hadn’t the slightest clue where her own district was. She was merely given the clothes on her back and what she assumed to be handgun in an unknown universe.
Ward had taught Skye to fire a pistol but she didn’t pull the trigger when opportunities arose. She fooled others, true; but firing a bullet at someone was not her style. On the other hand a gun could come in handy someday. After brushing long strands of hair out of the way she held the gun and took small steps into the broken city. Examining the weapon seemed a harmless act—up until one plastic bullet shot towards a stranger.
"Are you kidding me?" Disbelief was written all over the brunette’s face while she carefully lowered the BB gun. Looking to the person affected by the bullet had caused a frown to form on her lips and Skye sprinted towards them. "Hey, I really didn’t mean for that to happen… are you okay?”