Petre Grolov was waiting for them at a table in the coffee shop wearing a red cap just as promised. He was a younger man closer to Daisy's age than to Logan's and he smiled as he saw them coming and got to his feet to shake their hands.

"Quake? SHIELD sent Quake?" Petre shook Daisy's hand first, clearly impressed to meet her. "I knew they'd be sending someone but...it's good to meet you."

"Hi...um...it's Agent Johnson, please," Daisy said, a little uncomfortable with her recent fame. "This is Agent Logan."

Logan shook his hand and they both took seats at the table. "So what can you tell us about this thing we're looking for?" Logan said. Daisy was a little stunned that he was finally taking an interest in the mission.

"Well it's about three hours drive from here where they last saw it. Some people are calling it a Yeti. Some people are saying it's an alien or even a machine. The only thing we know for sure is that nine houses in one village had their roofs torn off and twelve people have gone missing. I have pictures of blood in the snow and pictures of what people are calling footprints." Petre put his photos on the table.

The photos depicted multiple houses with roofs that did indeed look like they had been torn off. There were trucks and vehicles overturned and blood in the snow.

"How do you know this wasn't just a tornado?" Daisy asked.

"The people that were there all claim they saw something. It was white and large and growling." Petre explained. "That, and the Hydrometerological Centre said there were no abnormal weather conditions in the area at that time. Nothing but clear skies."

"Can you tell us anything else about it?" Logan asked.

"I have the rest of these pictures. A list of names of people who were there." Petre said, ready to hand them his information.

"I guess we'd better get started then," Logan got up for his chair and made for the door.

Daisy grabbed the papers off the table and started after him with an apologetic look to Petre for her partner's rudeness.

"I could give you a ride. I could help." Petre offered.

"No thanks, kid." Logan said. "We got this under control."

"Why didn't you let him give us a ride?" Daisy said, catching up to Logan at the sidewalk outside. "He might have been useful."

"He wouldn't have been useful. He would have been too busy trying to flirt with Quake." Logan said pointedly.

If he was looking for clues as to why Petre had been calling her Quake, Daisy wasn't going to give any.

"Who cares? It wouldn't be the first time I've had to work a mission around some annoying guy trying to flirt with me." Daisy argued. "So what are we gonna do about a ride now?"

"Buy one."

"That's gonna be a little complicated. I don't really speak Russian. Do you?" She asked, he really didn't look like the type to spend much time studying foreign languages.

"I'll manage somehow," he said, giving her earlier words back to her.

It turned out that Logan did speak Russian and not just well enough to order food at the airport. He spoke well enough to rent a truck for them, buy a map, and apparently share a joke with the salesperson. Daisy tossed her backpack in the back of the truck alongside his leather bag and climbed into the passenger seat of the cab.

"You're not gonna insist on driving?" Logan climbed in after she did.

"No I…" She looked down at her arms. She wanted to give them a little more time to heal. Even the strain of driving would be a little much right then, "Go ahead and drive."

Logan didn't seem to have any more to say during the drive to the village than he had on the plane. Daisy hadn't really slept on the plane so she soon fell asleep in the truck. She awoke up as they were pulling into a parking space outside of a store in what seemed to be a small town. A glance at the clock on the truck dashboard told her that they'd been traveling for nearly three hours. This should be their stop.

"We there?" She asked him.

"We are," Logan said.

Daisy reached for the door handle.

"Now hold up," Logan spoke before she could open the door. "Before either of us go anywhere, I'm gonna need you to tell me what your big secret is."

"My what?"

"Who is Quake? What's with the bruises on your arms? And what exactly are you hiding under the sleeves of that jacket?"

Daisy stared at him a moment. "Are you gonna explain to me what your deal is with metal detectors?" She wasn't gonna tell him anything as long as he was still keeping his own secrets.

"I was going to tell you eventually. Just didn't want to scare you."

"Scare me?" What could he possibly be hiding that could be more scary than being an inhuman? She tore off her mittens, leaned forward and tore off her jacket. Then she threw off the metal gauntlets to the floor of the truck. "You know why I have these bruises? Because those gloves that I was wearing were inhibitors keeping me from causing a shock wave that could have brought down the plane. Those inhibitors fracture my bones if I wear them too long but I don't have a choice. I'm an inhuman."

Logan only shrugged at that. He didn't seem horrified like she expected he would be. "What do those things do?" He nodded towards her gauntlets on the floor.

"They help me direct the earthquakes," She said. "I know I should have told you before but I didn't know how you felt about inhumans."

Logan held up a hand and made a fist. Three metal claws came out from his knuckles. "How do you feel about mutants?"

"I...um...mutants are just fine with me," Daisy watched in awe as his claws retracted and the skin on his knuckles healed before her eyes.

"Good. Now that our introductions are good and proper, maybe we won't have any more problems." Logan got out of the truck and Daisy opened her door and followed him into the village.