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Perhaps somewhat surprisingly, it isn't until she's actually deep inside the belly of the rebuilt North Institute, surrounded by traitors and fascists, that she starts to think that maybe she's a little bit in over her head.
Not that it shows in her brisk walk, heels clicking efficiently against the gleaming floors that, as far as SHIELD knew, ought to have been shattered, covered in ash. "You've done a remarkable job, Doctor," she says, in Irma's cool, clipped German accent. She directs a glance toward Karpov, then another toward a glass-walled room filled with personnel in white lab coats. She recognizes one of them from the old photos she'd found in the file that hand changed everything, that sent her to Ohio with a half-baked plan bolstered by pure determination and ambition.
There's more here than just a burned out old foundation that's rotten. It's tied up with SHIELD, with the fire that ravaged this place back in the 90s... maybe even with Howard Stark and Hank Pym and the things they'd been working on before one died and the other was summarily swept out of the division he helped found.
None of it shows on her face. Irma Kruhl is polite, aloof, distantly interested on a professional level. "One would never know this location had ever been anything other than an effectively running laboratory."
Not that it shows in her brisk walk, heels clicking efficiently against the gleaming floors that, as far as SHIELD knew, ought to have been shattered, covered in ash. "You've done a remarkable job, Doctor," she says, in Irma's cool, clipped German accent. She directs a glance toward Karpov, then another toward a glass-walled room filled with personnel in white lab coats. She recognizes one of them from the old photos she'd found in the file that hand changed everything, that sent her to Ohio with a half-baked plan bolstered by pure determination and ambition.
There's more here than just a burned out old foundation that's rotten. It's tied up with SHIELD, with the fire that ravaged this place back in the 90s... maybe even with Howard Stark and Hank Pym and the things they'd been working on before one died and the other was summarily swept out of the division he helped found.
None of it shows on her face. Irma Kruhl is polite, aloof, distantly interested on a professional level. "One would never know this location had ever been anything other than an effectively running laboratory."
