Oh, thanks. ( sarcasm drips from every syllable, but it's all in jest. ) Way to tell a girl she looks great on the first date, West. You're really doing wonders for my ego here.

( not that he's telling her she looks bad. and not that it's a date! technically speaking, anyway. she's just playing along with the vibe of their conversation, continuing the teasing nature of their back-and-forth as they settle in to the face-to-face variety of things. speaking of face-to-face ... maybe they should actually go inside instead of loitering in the parking lot like a pair of wayward souls.

an arch of her brow at his time travel comment — they'll come back to that — and skye cocks her head towards the doorway, a gesture that's intended to provide quiet encouragement to follow her in to the building while they talk. he's a smart dude. she's confident he'll figure it out.

eventually he does, and skye's quite pleased; they settle into a small booth in the diner where a waitress comes with menus that are far too big to suit what she can only imagine is a very small kitchen in the back. when she leaves, skye reaches for a napkin, absent-mindedly folding it back and forth between her fingers. )

Time travel isn't a thing, you know.

( or maybe it is. skye doesn't know. apparently people have jetpacks and superpowers here, so why shouldn't time travel be a sci-fi concept come to life here too? )

And your villains sound ridiculous, for the record. Somebody should really tell Abra Kadabra he sounds like a cheesy kids' birthday party magician.

( she's team wally here, even if she doesn't know the rest yet. )