( "karen" is not there. the beauty of video is that skye can see that there is, in fact, no physical person named karen currently handling the man of spiders' phone, which therefore means it's not a person but a thing currently doing the position sending. or, as skye is thrilled to think of it, a robot overlord available for help. a siri, an alexa, a google assistant — just, curiously enough, named karen.

she'd really like two things here. one, to find out exactly who decided on the name karen, and two, to get a chance to tinker with karen's programming in order to see if she can't replicate the concept.

but those things can wait, because the incoming coordinates are familiar enough that skye knows exactly where to go. )

No, stay where you are. I'll come to you. ( one hand gestures for him to sit his ass back down on the metaphorical ground; the other reaches gingerly for her jacket. ) I've been on that rooftop before, it's a great spot for ... people-watching.

( hijacking other people's wifi signals, you know, the usual. )

Give me five minutes. I'll be there, okay, just don't move.