"Good, all things considered." Instead of taking a seat, she comes to join him on the floor, wincing a little as her stiff, bruised muscles protest. Her hand has blossomed into a truly remarkable shape of purple on the palm, but at least the stitched wound is healing nicely. "We got some solid intel on the Siberia facility. I think..."

She blows out a breath and looks over at him. "I think we'll be able to pull this off. Maybe even with just a small team."