"Who the hell are you?" "My name's Bobbi. As in the name usually short for "Robert," but in my case, "Barbara," which, to me, is worse. This room is all yours, so feel free to make yourself at home. When you change, just put your clothing and any personal belongings in the drawer over here for analysis. The screen will then ask you to perform a series of medical scans. I know that you're not a huge fan of check-ups, but this will be painless." "No offense, but I don't know you, so don't act like you know a damn thing about me." "I know you put off your yearly physicals at least once every year. I know that your ex-boyfriend was a health nut and was on you to take better care of yourself. But it wasn't until you two broke up that you finally got your gym membership." "You've been spying on me?" "Looked at your Facebook page. I did see enough to know that you're generally more concerned for others than you are for yourself."
"Before Alisha was attacked, thecouple mentioned that they got some weird e-mail, right? Well, that e-mail had a nasty virus attached to it. It chewed up the operating system like a blender. I was able to un-mangle it, and it looks like the virus was planted to track their location." "Do we know of any other Inhumans who got this e-mail?" "Joey Gutierrez didn't. I checked. But the others I don't know."
"Okay so are we rescuing Inhumans or saving Coulson? Or attacking HYDRA? Or is there some kind of combo. Sorry, new guy. Just trying to understand how this S.H.I.E.L.D. thing works."
"We definitely want to avoid the guy with the suit. He's telekinetic." "That the one who can read your mind or move stuff with his mind?" "Move stuff." "Good. I don't want anyone knowing what I'm thinking right now."
"You're doing good." "I'm not great at projecting authority. It's nice to talk Spanish, though. Reminds me of home." "Do you miss it?" "Especially Sundays. Mom cooks on Sundays."
