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[There's some fumbling with the camera then, the usual motion blur that can be associated with a newcomer exploring unfamiliar technology.]

Right, so that's the camera there. And the microphone is... Oh, well that's a bit on the nose isn't it? I suppose that would make it easier for the lay user.

[A bit more shifting then, until he sets his device on a flat surface. The image is a small, softbodied man with a pointed intensity in his eyes. He speaks softly, in a thick Scottish brogue.]

H-hello -- to whomever might be listening. I apologize for this interruption, but I'm searching for someone in particular. I have reason to believe that Jemma Simmons has been staying among you. If you know her, it's imperative that I make contact with her. My name is Leo Fitz -- I followed her here.

[He doesn't mention SHIELD or their duties, though. The agency is such a touchy issue in the public eye, it might be a condemnation to draw unnecessary attention to it. There was no telling what kind of people lived here.]

Oh, I hope languages won't be an issue. Though I suppose it should be fine if we utilize this text function...

[His stare shifts pensively from the display to the camera and back again. His instinct is to pull apart this hardware and improve upon the flaws, but that would be entirely counterproductive to his means.]

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[Given that Fitz is a barely-contained manchild himself, he could easily be goaded into doing the same.]

The Kree are an alien race, yes.

What do you mean, "that one dimension"?

Th-The dimension where they exist? Cause they don't exist in my home dimension, or any of the, the adjacent ones. Pretttty sure they're specific to only a select branch of the multiverse tree, or whatever yo-OOOUUUUUUUUHHHRR wanna call it.

Anyway, never been to that part of reality, so nope. Though I could probably crack it, when you boil this shit down all the mystical advanced t-technology ends up abiding by the same laws. It's, uh, it's when you're trying to extrapolate into two-dimensional or five-and-beyond that you, that shit gets weird and physics start, start just shitting the bed.

So if you haven't figured it out already, you're i-in another universe, Scottie, not on another planet.

While dimensional incongruency is certainly an option, it may be too quick to rule out the possibility of them simply existing in an alternate star system. They're known to be intergalactic travelers. It would be easy to mistake interplanetary travel for a more interplanar sort.

Agreed about the struggle to maintain traditional laws of physics, though. It all turns to rubbish straight away, doesn't it?

[His eyes narrow at the "Scottie" comment, but he doesn't press the issue further.]

Uh, listen, I hop around galaxies and planets and dimensions for fucking fun. I think I know what's in m-my universe and what isn't.

Yeah, sure. Just, uh, "turns to rubbish." [He totally fakes a Scottish accent right there.] Physics is a goddamn suggestion here, that's what happens when you mix all that science with magic.

Yes, well. It's perfectly scientific to close yourself to alternative possibilities, isn't it?

[Old Man, you are literally everything he hates about aging scholars. They're almost worse than bumbling interns. At least interns can be taught something.

And again, a remark about his speech. He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment, and then switches tone entirely, continuing in his version of an American accent. Damn Yanks.]

Does the way I talk make you uncomfortable? I can go on like this if you'd like. We can talk about burgers.

Are you f-fucking kidding me right now. Wh-What exactly about this conversation made you think I was, was, was some like, conventional scientist?

[Haha holy shit he likes that this guy can bite back at least though. He knows so many science types who just kind of fold and don't know how to play the game. He grins.]

Holy shit that's the worst thing about this place, though, no McDonalds. Or GalactiDonalds. Not even a fucking Arby's. Actually I was in this, this one dimension one time and there was, I mean, it was all British shit, only aliens with fucking ridiculous hats, and l-l-let me tell you, Earth humans go on and on about, about fucking haggis right, only fuck you haven't even, I mean, it's not even comparable to alien haggis. Do you have any idea what a Thurbleborm heart looks like? Like, even when it's not chopped up and mixed with other goddamn "organs." Really, uh, really puts things into perspective. At least haggis.

[He's generally a folder, to be honest. But he's also fully accustomed to being king of the science nerds. This conversation would have gone differently if it involved some muscley jock. This isn't a very threatening form of harassment.]

Can't say I've much tried to cannibalize alien spieces much. It seems like a wasted opportunity to study.

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Listen, y-you're gonna eat a lot of weird shit when you're traveling the galaxy, m-maybe don't be so quick to fucking judge. You try thinking about f-f-fucking alien taxonomy or whatever when you're starving and some hot Welsh alien sticks a plate of g-goddamn calories in front of you.

[There is a point to what's been said, but a curiouser part opened up at the end. He squints lightly.]

I'm sorry, did you say Welsh alien?

[Dr. Rudebottom here is from a version of Earth, isn't he?]

Didn't I literally just say that it was like an alien version of Great Britain? P-Pretty sure I just said that. And yeah, hot Welsh alien. Accent and all. Redhead.

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