Looking around the massive room before her, she tried to figure out what was going on.

There was no way she had been brought to the right place. She could easily fit a dozen of her Hydra cells inside of here.

The single bedroom she was currently standing inside of was huge compared to anything she remembered of her parents' house. Except for the medical room a few minutes ago, the last time she was in such an open space had been the Hydra training room.

"This isn't right," shaking her head as she told the woman who had escorted her.

"Yes, this is the room assigned to you," Ilani told her with a kind smile. "This door leads to the bathroom and the other is a closet. The lights are voice activated and you can control their brightness by speaking. Lights, fifty percent."

With that spoken, the room's overhead ceiling lights began to turn on and she smiled at how the room responded to the spoken command. It was like watching Star Trek.

"I will return soon and put you some clothing that should fit you into the closet. Let me know if you need anything else by pressing this button," she indicated the item a couple of inches above the wall's manual light switch and smiled before leaving.

Glaring at the closed door for a moment after Ilani left, she waited for the familiar sound of an automatic lock engaging...which never came. After a few more seconds, she reached for the door's handle, testing to see if it was really unlocked. With a smile, she then childishly proceeded to quickly open and close the door a couple of times, stopping before deciding to test the lights.

"Lights, off."

With that simple phrase, the room grew barely darker considering the large glass window that formed the far wall. But it was dark enough in here now that when she removed the protective glasses, her eyes no longer hurt. The clouds had moved on, letting in a lot of sunlight. Walking over to the glass, she found that it was just past the patio where she had just left not long ago.

Seeing the strange group still sitting out there, she watched for a few moments as the group chatted and laughed amongst themselves. They looked very comfortable with each other, even the mean one called Bucky. Even with only having one arm for some reason, she could tell that with the fading bruising on his face that he'd recently been in a fight. Maybe the same one Sam had been in considering his black eye.

Maybe she was being slightly unfair with that assessment.

Out of all of them, Bucky seemed to quickly consider how dangerous she could be towards his friend, even if the others hadn't. One quick sentence and he would now be dead. Every so often Bucky would point at Steve, say something and the others would laugh while Steve looked embarrassed. They must have known each other for a while, and he was just being protective of his friend.

They all really were friends to at least each other.

Had Sam been right when he said that they were hers too?

That would have been a deadly term a while back, but she was no longer under Keeling's control. And it seemed that for right now she might be stuck with this group as long as she didn't frighten them. Steve had even admitted that unless she tried to hurt them that he would not lock her away, and he was definitely the leader of this strange group. Her quick questions even told her that at least he was not planning on keeping her a prisoner.

Maybe Sam was right and that she needed to give them the benefit of the doubt, which meant trying to give them even more answers.

If it came down to it, she could always escape later.

Walking into the bathroom, she flipped the lights on and couldn't stop the smile that formed at seeing a real one for the first time in years. Stepping inside, she realized that the bathroom alone was larger than her Hydra cell. There was a walk-in glass-walled shower for her to use. No more being hosed off or having to deal with guards watching her! And she guessed that it even had hot water! Checking out the ceiling corners of the bath, she couldn't find any type of cameras like normal. Closing the door, she pushed the lock, giving her a privacy that she'd missed for so long.

This was the first time she had been in charge of her own space in so long.

Movement to her side caught her attention, and she found herself startled by her own reflection. Her cell at the Raft didn't have a mirror for fear prisoners would break them to use as weapons. Besides, what need did a prisoner really have of a mirror? To look good for the guards?

Her mouth dropped open as she studied the strange familiar face looking back at her. She had always been a bit pale being a proud ginger, but after so many years in the dark, she looked practically spectral. Her freckles stood out more than they ever had. Her hair was a short, hot mess, greasy and unkempt. But her eyes, the unique multi-tones of green, they were still the same. Even with not having seen herself in so long, there was something more fun and interesting waiting for her to do.

Turning the knob on the shower, she held her hand under the water for a few seconds as it quickly warmed up…and then turned hot!

Now she really had a smile going as she stripped off the jumpsuit she'd been wearing for ten days now.

Sitting on the built-in stone seat of the shower, Polly let the almost too hot water just fall on her, reveling at the feeling. Keeling had not given her showers, only instruction to hose her off with cold water every couple of days when he deemed it necessary. Showering on the Raft base had been a nice change, even considering she didn't have anything but lukewarm water to wash with.

Then there was the fact that unless she accepted a guard's help with the jumpsuit during her punishment weeks with the hand covers, she would usually go the two weeks without bathing. She had learned which guards liked to watch or got too handsy, and which ones would leave the cell to give her a few minutes of privacy.

Looking down at her scarred skin, Polly ran the tips of her fingers over one of her tattoos, designed with mixed bright blues, greens, and purples. It was the only one that she wished she had never gotten…the triskele. The Celtic symbol was three joined spirals that represented a person's actions and the universe's reactions to it. A symbol of moving constantly moving forward. For her as a teenager, she had gotten it in hopes that it would help her to find her place in the world.

And unfortunately it had horribly gone wrong.

When Ross had first retrieved her from Hydra, he'd had the guards strip her down bare so that one of them could make a listing of all of her tattoos and research their meanings. Hydra had done the same to her many years ago, and having it done again was a harsh reminder of that scary time. Neither Ross nor the extra guards averted their eyes as the pictures were taken of her. Keeling had made her lose her modesty long ago so she had just stood there, knowing they would either restrain her or just do it again later.

The next day, Ross had her brought to the interrogation room so that he could question her again. This was during the short time she was cooperative towards him thinking that after answering his questions he'd release her. Being new to the Raft base reminded her so much of how she felt right after being taken by Hydra. Worried Ross would be as harsh, she'd even told some of the stories or reasoning behind the tattoos. Seeing and hearing the name so similar to triskelion, which would now be forever associated with Hydra, Ross had taken that as a sign of luck for himself.

He'd taken away Hydra's toy to make it his own, he'd told her that day.

His words were her first clue that he was not going to let her go, helping with her decision to stop being cooperative with him.

Seeing a razor mixed in with the numerous bathroom products, she decided that if she wasn't allowed to use it, then they would not have supplied it. Over the next few minutes, she shaved everywhere necessary for the first time in over a decade. It seemed that Keeling and Ross were on the same wavelength in this case. Both of them would allow the use a special cream every so often to removed body hair. Neither one of them would ever have trusted her with a razor.

Using the shampoo and cream rinse that was supplied, she washed her short, scraggly hair multiple times, questioning if she could let it grow out. She wondered if her parents would recognize her with how she looked now after so many years. The last time they saw her she had shaved the sides into a thick-width Mohawk with the top being very long which was braided to run between her shoulder blades. Keeling had it cut off within days of her being in his possession. He pointed out that it was a useless item that would only impede her head restraint being properly applied.

She did not know what to do with her hair now that she had the opportunity. After so long, she really didn't feel like the rebellious teenager she used to be, even though her mom had liked the fun cut. Hanging out with her cousin Quinn and his friends, she needed to look just as tough as they acted. But thinking about how much she used to get into trouble, it made her realized that she also needed to watch her footing with this new group. Would they let her grow it out?

One mess up and they could easily overpower her and put her back into the darkness of a cell before she had the opportunity to get free of them. And if she had already started to grow out her hair, how bad would they treat her as compared to Hydra and Ross?

But...if this group really was as nice as they seemed to be, even if they locked her up then maybe they wouldn't shave her head again to put the gag and blindfold back on. The guards had just been lazy, only chopping it shorter every couple of months to get it out of the way. It was probably about time for them to have done it again.

So far this new group didn't seem scared of her like Ross had, but then it had only taken for a single experience for him to fear her. Steve had said she would be free as long as she didn't threaten his group and none of them had seemed scared after his questioning. She was still a bit shocked that not only had Steve done that but also by his other answers.

Aliens. Really?

Maybe they would let her ask a few more about what they intended to do with her. If she got honest answers about that, then maybe she really could trust them. Sam seemed the least scared of her, actually touching her skin, trying to help calm her or to get her attention. None of the guards would do that…without the headgear in place. Would he agree to a few questions?

Looking at her wrinkly fingertips, Polly turned the water off and began to dry off. Using the brush from the countertop, she gave a few passes through her hair before leaving it more slicked back away from her face. As long as it didn't cover her eyes to impede her powers, she did care right now how it looked.

Stepping into the closet, she found the clothes left for her to wear. Putting on the simple linen shorts and sleeveless top, she felt a bit odd. Both Ross and Keeling liked to keep her in long sleeved and legged prison jumpers. They didn't want to take the chance of her touching anyone with bare skin. Sitting on the patio earlier, it had been warm and this would feel so nice to wear in the sun. Considering the clothing, if this group didn't want to risk her exposed skin then they would have ordered long items for her. There was a pair of leather sandals that somehow fit her feet perfectly. How would Ilani have known her foot size?

Outside of her window wall she could tell that it was late in the afternoon with the deep shadows that had formed over her jungle view. The sun must be setting on the opposite side of the building, meaning that she would have a sunrise view over the waterfalls. Maybe in the morning she would wake up early enough to enjoy it.

If this new group were what they claimed to be, maybe she could ask them to get her home eventually. She had always wondered what her parents though happened to her since she had not come home that night. Did they find her car abandoned on the side of the road? Were they still looking for her? Ross had claimed that Hydra was now so shattered that they didn't have the ability to take her from the Raft even if they knew where she was. Did that mean that they wouldn't find her if she went home? From what she was just told, Ross never did learn where she was from.

And if he secretly had, Ross didn't use it against her.

Opening her bedroom door, she looked into the hallway and found that her eyes seemed to have adjusted so she decided to take a chance and leave the glasses behind.

Stepping slowly out into the hallway, she made her way to the large gathering room just inside from the patio. The large glass doors had been open to allow the warm breeze to flow through the room and she could hear the happy voices of the group still talking. One of the female guards was standing close to the doorway and was watching her very closely but she didn't trying to stop her from going anywhere. Seeing her with her bald head, holding a spear, she was an impressive, imposing figure.

Seeing the female returning from her room, Ayo could tell that she looked much better than when she had left. Her eyes were drawn to her too-thin arms with scars and tattoos, making her lip give a slight approving hitch. To her, they told that this one had been through much in her short lifetime and still she stood there having overcome those trials.

Polly's approach began to hesitate as she drew close to the open door area leading to where the group still talked. Her eyes became downcast as she stopped just out of sight of the patio. Ayo began to suspect that she knew what was going on.

Taking a couple of casual steps to the side, so that she was closer to Polly, she turned to survey the interior of the villa so that none of the others could see her question Polly.

"You do not wish to join them?" she asked in a very low voice that none of the others outside would be able to hear.

Shaking her head gently, she whispered back, "I just met them. I don't know if I can really trust them yet."

That answer did make a slight grin appear along with a faint nod at the answer, telling Polly that she approved.

Glancing over her shoulder, she caught Okoye's attention and gave a indiscernible tilt to her head to indicate Polly's location, while raising her eyebrow a hair to ask if she was aloud to let her stay at the location. Okoye returned an answer with a slight nod to her head, telling her she approved.

"Then I do not see the harm in letting you snoop a few minutes," she told Polly with a smile before casually moving to the other side of the doorway.

For the next few minutes, they both listen to the casual conversations which helped Polly learn about the group that had taken her in.

Sam chatted with the rest of the group for a while, and every so often he would turn towards the doorway hoping to see Polly returning to join them. But he began to suspect that after her shower that she might have fallen asleep after the day she had.

His mind began to wonder about all the strange problems that she might have while trying to acclimate to being free from both Hydra and Ross. Just seeing outdoors had been overwhelming to her. Because of that, she was either going to want to spend a lot of time outdoors or maybe the exact opposite where being in such an open space might overwhelm her at times. There was a chance that it might be a bit of both.

Sam then considered her accent. Was she really from Ireland or just of an Irish descent? Her pronunciation changed every so often, switching between the two, but definitely more bland when she had been questioning Steve.

Hopefully Nat would be able to answer that question. Helping her reunite with her family in some way would go a long way to establishing a trust with her. Even if she couldn't go home thanks to the Accords, it would be a big step in easing her fears of them.

The only thing that they knew for sure about Polly was how Ross had gotten his hands on her. A traffic accident just days before…Project Insight.

"Guys," he said getting everyone's attention during a lull in the conversation, "I was just thinking about how Ross found Polly. She was being moved from a base just outside of Washington because of Project Insight. Do you think that she knows anything about it, or maybe even any other project that Pierce was working on that we haven't heard about yet?"

"Are you thinking they had her in Washington maybe for a specific reason?" Clint then asked.

"With her ability to make someone tell the truth, Pierce might have been keeping her close to him for as long as possible," Steve pointed out. "He needed to be able to trust everyone on Project Insight to not betray him. Using Polly would have assured him of that."

"Why don't you just ask her?" Bucky then stated getting everyone to look over at him. "She's been standing just out of sight in the den for about ten minutes now just listening to us."

Every head on the patio then turned to look towards the open doorway where one of the Dora Milaje was standing. But due to how the chairs were positioned just off to the side of the patio, nobody had a good view of it. Including Bucky. The guard turned slightly to look to the side with a small curl of her lip at Bucky's revelation. She had to have allowed Polly to stay there, and not considered her a threat in doing so.

Polly then hesitantly stepped outside looking a bit embarrassed at being caught. Her eyes were no longer covered by the glasses, exposing the same bright green as earlier. The clothes she had changed into were normal lightweight ones for the warmer weather here. He could tell from how thin her arms and legs were that she was indeed very underweight from the pathetic liquid diet Ross had imposed on her. It would probably take a couple of weeks of normal meals before she put on any weight.

But Sam's eyes were then drawn to the numerous colorful tattoos all over her now exposed arms and legs. As she drew closer, he could make out that most of them on her arms were recognizable as Celtic symbols, none of which he actually knew the meaning of. He counted at least six that everyone could easily see. The largest one was comprised of a mixture of delicate looking flowers flowing up from her ankle to the back of her right knee. Blues, purples, pinks, yellows, all on soft green stems.

"How did you know I was there?"

Sam pulled his gaze away from the design, and wondered how many tattoos Polly had. He had skipped over that part of her file, not thinking it pertinent.

"Because that's what Hydra trained me to be able to do," Bucky responded with a sad smile but the change in Polly was instantaneous.

Her entire body stiffened, her arms extended in front of her for protection, and she began to hurriedly back away from where Bucky was sitting heading for the glass wall. Once her back was against it, Polly's frightened eyes never left Bucky.

"Polly," Sam quickly stood up to head over to her. He could hear Steve lowly reprimanding Bucky for just spitting the comment out. "It's alright. Bucky is not Hydra. He never wanted to be. He was a prisoner of theirs just like you were."

Hearing that, her eyes finally turned to him and he could see her thinking about what he told her.

"How do you know he's telling the truth?" she asked with all seriousness.

"Because he's my best friend," Steve then told her.

Turning to him, Polly sarcastically asked, "And what is that supposed 'ta mean ta me?"

Sam looked over at Steve and shrugged his shoulders in response.

"I guess absolutely nothing," Steve answered a bit humorously.

"You don't have to worry about anything from Barnes except for old knock-knock jokes and bad puns. Come on," Sam offered his hand to her, getting her attention back to him. "We left your seat open for you."

But with her arms still protectively extended out, being this close Sam couldn't help but notice the condition of them, and he didn't mean the colorful tattoos.

There were numerous scars over her arms and glancing down he found more on her legs, but it was the other items on her arms that made him nauseous.

Permanent scars that reminded him of needle track marks.

Taking a holding her hand, Sam turned her arm upright to see it better. Reaching out, he took her other hand and was able to see matching ones there. They were faint, as if they had happened long ago and he had a feeling that Hydra was responsible for them. Polly earlier comment about them 'opening her up again' now took on an even darker meaning. He would wait until much later to speak with her about the scars.

Polly realized what he was looking at and tried to pull away from him, but this time he didn't let her.

"You're safe with us. Nobody will ever do this to you again," he tried to be reassuring, not sure if the other knew what he was talking about yet. Wanting to verify what he suspected, he asked, "Was this done by Ross or Hydra?"

"Hydra."

"The other scars too?"

Polly nodded as she looked past him to the group. Glancing over his shoulder, they were all very focused on what he had found and were listening very intently to them talk.

"Everyone here has dealt with Hydra in some way, some more than others. And we all know what they are capable of."

"I haven't dealt with them," Scott then had to point out.

"So you're the lucky one?" Wanda joked at him.

Getting a weak smile from Polly at hearing that, Sam led her back over to the empty chair she had occupied earlier. He could tell that she was weary of Bucky and was keeping an eye on him a bit better now.

Leading her to the seat next to him, Sam asked, "Could we try asking you some questions again?"

She looked around the group but he noticed that she looked a little less scare than before she'd gone to her room.

"Polly, we wanted to see if you know anything about what Alexander Pierce was working on?" Steve started off with.

"What do ya' mean by was?" she asked about the term.

"He's dead," Sam explained.

Everybody could see the wide smile that appeared on her face.

"How?"

"During the launching of the helicarriers for Project Insight," Nat offered. "I was there when he was shot and killed by Nick Fury."

"I know that name," she said interesting everyone.

"How?" Steve asked.

"I did hear you talking earlier. Pierce needed to make sure that the Hydra flight crews who would be on the helicarriers were loyal to Hydra. He used me to question them. One of the questions asked was if by working for Shield if they had developed any loyalty to Nick Fury over Hydra."

"Did any of them fail?" Natasha asked.

"No, not that time."

"That time?" Scott questioned.

"I've questioned a lot of people," Polly hesitantly answered without elaborating but Sam was sure he could guess the rest.

"And what would have happened to those that did, Polly?" Steve prodded.

"Depending on how disloyal they had become, they would eliminate themselves."

Sam, finding that a curious way to say that the agent had been killed asked, "Polly, what do you mean by that?"

He could see the worry on her face, but then she explained.

"At first, if an agent failed his loyalty questioning, he would be eliminated by another agent. But once he…Hydra figured out how to make me control others, they used the questioning as a way to further test my ability. They were given a gun with a single bullet which I told them to put to their heads. The questions were always yes or no. If they answered yes to any of the questions for that test, they were to pull the trigger immediately. But for Project Insight, since they were needed, if they failed, I was supposed to command them back into Hydra's loyalty."

There were numerous gasps and murmurs from the entire group. Polly had made the people kill themselves, just as they had predicted that she could. But Sam had also noticed a light hesitation as she had spoke, noticing the change from 'he' to 'Hydra'. Did she mean Pierce? Considering her comment earlier about having 'worse monsters' Sam was not sure. There had to be more to that part of her story.

"Their own will to live didn't override your command?" Scott asked after a few seconds.

Polly shook her head.

"None of them did."

"Do you have any idea how many agents you've witnessed failing questioning?" Clint asked curious.

"Thirty-one permanently failed. Ninety-two temporarily failed, including the last two I ever questioned after arriving in Washington."

Sam noted the strange way that she had kept track of probably every agent she felt she had part of their death in.

"But you just said that none failed for Project Insight," Nat pointed out.

"The two questioned that failed were for something different. Project Winter Solider."

Every eye in the room was now turning to face Bucky, who looked like he had been put on the spot like never before.

"What?" Polly asked.

"Polly, we all know what Project Winter Solider is," Sam tried to figure out how to delicately handle this, "What did Hydra need you for concerning it?"

"Every member of the medical staff and the technicians that did something for it were tested to make sure they would not betray Hydra. They had me question the Russian Hydra strike team that would be working for the project. They also had me question the agents brought in to work as guards on the project during down time."

"And two of the agents you questioned failed?" T'Challa asked.

"Yes. The strike team guys failed the same question. Hydra wanted to make sure they were as ruthless as they needed. They were questioned as to if they would allow a target to escape due to preventing a civilian from getting hurt. They said yes, so I was then commanded to make them kill as necessary to complete the mission. They were useful to Hydra so they got to live. But there were others over the years that were not as necessary so…" Polly then pointed her hand shaped like a gun to her head and motioned as if she had pulled a trigger.

"That's a bit cold," Scott pointed out her gesture.

"They were Hydra. They weren't nice to begin with so I don' really care if they're feedin' worms right now," Polly plainly stated.

Sam heard a rumble starting to form amongst his friends.

"Guys, think about it. Considering what Polly has gone through for so long because of Hydra, she doesn't have to give any sympathy towards the people who kidnapped her and held her prisoner," Sam pointed out.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting a bit of payback. Every one of us here has killed for one reason or another," Clint then pointed out. "All Hydra did was dwindle their own ranks one agent at a time."

"Alright," Steve then said getting the groups attention back to him. "No matter what, Polly, I'm sure that none of us here think that you did anything wrong. It was Hydra that put you into a position that made those incidents occur."

"That's good because I want to know what you plan to do with me," she plainly stated looking more at Steve and T'Challa for an answer.

But both of the men just looked at each other for an answer that they didn't have yet.

"For the time being, you will be considered a guest just as the others are," T'Challa answered. "We do not intend to do anything with you. As long as you are inside of my country, you will be safe from Ross until we can figure out if it would be safe for you to return home, if that is what you want to do."

"Of course," Natasha spoke up, "Knowing your real name and where you came from would be a big help to figuring out how safe that would be."

Polly shook her head in response.

"Even with questioning Steve, I don't think that I'm ready to do that. Yet."

Steve then took over, "Then for the time being, we are at an impasse. Maybe once you trust us a bit more, then we can help you better."

"Maybe," was all Polly said.

Sam knew that she had no real reason to trust any of them right now. All they had done was take her from one prison and put her into a new type of containment, one comprised of a nice room in a foreign country.

"So then," Clint started, "Do you know about any other Hydra projects or anything Ross might have been working on?"

"Ross, not so much. Once I figured out he was a bogán, I didn't bother helping him at all."

"Bogán?" Sam asked for the group, not recognizing the word.

"A spineless sap, weak," she explained.

"Ross…weak?" Steve asked with a bit of a smile.

"Most of the time, he would either speak with me only over a TV or have one of the guards talk with me. He was too scared after that one time to personally confront me anymore. Well, up until you all arrived."

"Polly, what about with Hydra?" Natasha asked. "There were a lot of Hydra's secrets spill out onto the internet so we probably know about a lot of them already but there's a chance you might know of a few we missed."

"The internet? That's still around?"

There was a small snicker amongst the group while looking over at Steve. That reminded him so much of their first meeting. Had Polly been gone for so long that back when she used to have access to it, the internet might have been in its toddler stage…maybe likely dial-up access?

"It's the number one pastime of most people," Scott informed her, and only partially joking.

"I'm pretty sure the internet has majorly developed since you last used it," Sam told her. "I'll show you a bit about it later."

"Alright," she gave a weak smile at him. Turning the group, "Those two projects were the ones that Pierce were most concerned with. Before that, they had been questioning a lot of agents' loyalties. They were either returning from an assignment and questioned to see if they had been compromised or see if they would be swayed with an outgoing assignment for some reason."

"Nice to know they trusted their people," Bucky snidely commented.

Sam knew that for him and Polly, their interactions with Hydra were the most difficult.

"They never brought you to me for questioning," Polly then stated looking at Bucky. "Why not? Were you that loyal?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Bucky firmly told her and Sam could tell that Polly stiffened at not understanding where the comment was coming from.

"Polly, it's fine," Sam told her taking her hand into his from the arm of her chair.

Steve's voice was tight as he explained, "Hydra used a different form of insuring Bucky's loyalty. They erased his memories so that he didn't even know who he was. Bucky was, or still is, Project Winter Soldier."

Polly seemed to be thinking about this new piece of information before she spoke again. He saw her looking over the remaining area of his metal arm.

"That's why they wanted to know if the medical people they brought in had any problem with human experimentation or torture."

There was another rumble through the room with her saying that.

"Yes," Steve simply said while looking over at a very uncomfortable Bucky. Anyone that Hydra thought might help him or not go through with putting him through the Chair…

"Polly, what happened to those people?" Sam decided to ask.

"That depended on how useful they were. One of the guys Hydra needed, and I had to commanded him to obey his superior. There were other times over the years that I was to ask what they cherished most so it could be used against them. That was usually a family member, but there were a few that didn't have a close enough person to care about and simply wanted money or fame."

Right then, two females came out to the patio and stood near T'Challa. One was dressed casual like the other villa servants, but the other was obviously one of the Dora Milaje. Her red outfit looked like the others but the metal decorations were silver like most of them were. Only Okoye had gold ornamentation, indicating her status as their leader.

"Your Highness, it is almost time for your meeting," Okoye then informed him.

"Thank you, Okoye" T"Challa told her before turning to the group. "I have to go now, and will find out what I can from Tony about any information Ross obtained during the breakout and your possible location. But, in the meantime, this villa is yours to use. Ask any of the servants if you require something not thought of. A chef has also been assigned so that you will not have to worry about preparing your own meals. I will meet you for breakfast in the morning."

"Dinner is served," the servant then told the rest of the group.

T'Challa was about to walk into the den when he stopped and looked back over at Polly.

"Polly, I would like to request that you stop back in at medical and get their approval before trying to eat. I would hate for you to become sick when it could have been prevented."

Polly's expression was of curiosity but she began to nod her head that she would. She was not used to someone worrying about her. T'Challa gave a single nod in understanding and left them for the evening.