[His phrasing there gives her pause and her lips purse together as she mulls that over, surprise flickering in bright green eyes. When she replies, it's with carefully chosen words and a probing hesitation.] Where are the rest of them from?

[His explanation has her relenting, the tip of her finger swirling absently around the rim of her glass as she concedes that point.] Maybe it's not, but this is the first supervillain plot I've stumbled into that's given me extra appendages. At least the aliens only shot at me.

[Well. That, and what they'd done to Clint. But that sort of warfare was also something she was sadly used to.

His confusion had her pausing again, mentally doing calculations in her head. She'd been fairly certain the panic caused by the radio reading of the alien invasion had happened before the war, but perhaps he'd somehow missed that. She'd only recalled it because her instructor had laughed himself silly at the gullible Americans.

She waved her hand, expression apologetic as she dismissed it.] I might have mixed up my dates. There was a science fiction book called War of the Worlds about an alien invasion, Orson Welles narrated it over the radio. It was so realistic that almost the entire audience tuning in to listen thought it was a news bulletin and was actually happening. Everyone panicked.