Sitting up in a hospital bed, Phil looked at the young girl who was in front of him, recognizing her even with the haze of sleep and having just been brought in from being tortured a few days ago. Sofia had made an impression on him - she’d reminded him a bit of Daisy when she’d gone as Skye. A little bit less brash, sure, but still the kind of intelligence and note of mystery that Skye had worn like a suit of armor. “Yeah, I remember you. Come sit.” He said, nodding to the chair beside his bed. Phil had had visitors over the past few days, but right now they’d all gone home so he was happy for the company. With heavily bandaged fingers and some pretty rough injuries, he wasn’t entirely sure how soon he was even getting home.
Laughing as she rambled, Phil said, “Hospital food isn’t great, but I’ve had worse. SHIELD has these odorless and flavorless protein bars for stakeouts, and somehow even though there’s no flavor, it’s still a taste I can never get out of my mouth.” He said with a shake of his head, gingerly taking the tray of food from her and setting it on the lap table in front of him and digging in. It wasn’t bad - but the company was definitely better. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” He ventured with a small smile. “I felt like for a minute there I was hearing about you nonstop from Jessica, but I’m guessing you left the city for a bit? I know that there were some… Not so great things going on. I hope you’re doing better now at least?”
Sofia didn’t hesitate to make her way across the room and sit in the chair next to him. A lot of time had passed since that first time they had met -- and in that time a lot had happened. And by the looks of it, a lot had happened to him as well. “Wasn’t sure,” Sofia offered with a slight smile. “So much was happening that night, wouldn’t have blamed you if you hadn’t.” After all, Sofia remembered distinctly the way that Daisy had blown up at her for inadvertently sending Jessica into a trap. They had all expected Kilgrave and instead... they got Fish Mooney.
“Who would --- who make food like that? What’s the point?” Sofia asked, wrinkling her nose. Then again, Sofia wasn’t sure there were any protein bars that she really enjoyed. A lot of them tasted like chalk and she preferred to blend her health foods. Sofia let out a breath and nodded her head. “Yeah, a lot happened all at once...” She wasn’t sure how much Coulson knew, if he knew that Trish had gone to hell or that Sofia was the one who had gone to the depths to pull Jessica’s sister out -- or if he knew that she had read the Darkhold -- her life had been one chaotic event after another. “Not so great... that’s... that’s a word for it, I guess,” Sofia offered with a shrug before picking at her own food. “I’ve been at school, MIT, studying medicine. Trying to put my life on a different path.”
