"Well, I didn't do any athletics last year." Max says, a little awkwardly. "I mean, you know, I was too busy learning how to talk to other people without making it sound like I was planning a black op and ending every sentence with sir." Last year was basically all about Max getting the tools for integrating into the civilian population, so to speak. "But I really wanted to. And I know you're into a lot of sports so I was just wondering...is it fair for me to play, or be part of a team, 'cause I'm transgenic? You're Asgardian and you're even stronger than me, so...how do you handle it? Do people get mad because you can do things in five minutes that take them five years to perfect?"

Clearly Max has been really struggling with this ethical quandry, and she also very clearly wants to participate in sports. Hopefully Sif has a way to tell her it's okay. At the mention of going to Asgard though, Max's eyes become round and shiny with hope and she takes a breath. "Okay. I mean, I know you can't make any promises but that would be the most awesome thing that has ever happened in my life."

Says the girl who spent the first twelve of them locked up in a private military compound.