Glancing down, Murder took note of the scars and nodded slightly. He had plenty of his own. Some were a result of the experimentation; others were from the battle situations he’d been put into. The offer of food in exchange for manual labor prompted a quiet, not<i>quite</i>human sounding rumble under his breath. “Mmm. I don’t like volunteering myself, but it would depend on what<i>kind</i>of pastries. If you’re offering homemade cinnamon rolls? Fuck yeah, count me in.”<br/><br/>Murder was undeniably food motivated, but it took a lot to maintain both his ability to heal and shift; both were extremely energy expensive. “Typically, the sound of bones rearranging themselves tends to freak people out. I mean, I don’t mind doing it in public, but…Uh. Public nudity is typically frowned upon. So, I figure that something will need to be figured out, buuuut, I’ll leave that to people smarter than I am.” This was to answer Calista’s question and partially Bella’s. Shifting in his seat a bit to face the second woman a bit better. “Typically, what I’d do is I’d be assigned a small team of people. Three or four medics, handler who’d get orders from commands, and two or three support soldiers to act as overwatch. A lot of it depended on what I was needing to do on if I shifted at camp or later on. I’m not really sure how things will end up working here.”<br/><br/>Before he could explain further, Nick Fury made his grand entrance and Murder made an annoyed noise at the idea of ‘working’ for Hydra. He wouldn’t call it so much working as ‘forced under threat of death’. Didn’t have the same ring, he supposed. It was further annoying that they’d apparently been tracking him for so long, but he supposed that with how big SHIELD apparently was, they had a number of resources. Murder wasn’t a fan of the idea of his freedom having largely been an illusion this entire time. Evidently, the group had decided it was time to drag him in.<br/><br/>Quietly, he huffed out a sigh and took a drink of his coffee. Two Asgardians?<i>Goody</i>. Quite honestly, he was still wondering how SHIELD had found him. He didn’t think he’d gotten sloppy. Was there some tracking device that he hadn’t found? Would they even work after this long? Quietly, he pinched the bridge of his nose as Fury began talking about why they’d been dragged to the compound. “You wanna tell the rest of the class what t’fuck an “infinity stone” is, beyond sounding like some engagement ring scam?”