A fine fleet. ( Banner, Strange, Romanoff, the witch. All instruments of a war they have yet to win on lands strange. And she says then, Things aren't always what they seem here.

Perhaps she means their circumstances, their strength, the depths to which men may plunge, seeking their exit. There is a fettering, or a cancellation of power.

She comes closer. It strikes him, intuitively, to take the step back. She did forewarn. )

You've changed your... ( A nod, in the general direction of her head, her hair. This is not as things were. ) It nearly suits.