Ah! [ The sounds is amused as she looks out the window, swirling the alcohol in her glass for a second before answering. ]

Same. Things got incredibly fucked up, back home. Friends died. I lost my job. A bunch of things I'd like to see fixed, because I don't actually want to see the world burn.

[ And with The Hand, and the surge of vigilantism, and Alien attacks, and Wilson Fisks, well. It feels like it already caught. ]

I guess I got very, very tired of fighting, every minute of every day.