Astrid regarded Harvey with a light nod as the napkin was moved in her direction, immediately wiping her face as she listened to what both he and Kat had to say. She slowed down her ferocious attack that she had launched upon her food, covering her mouth with a small hand as she gave a mighty yawn before wrinkling her nose. She appreciated when people that worked with her father or herself referred to him as “Mister Fury” or “Director Fury”, feeling that they respected her wish to keep personal and work life separate.
“Yes. We are recruiting her; We could use her tech and detective skills. And your new assignment with S.H.I.E.L.D. is perfect. Orfelina got me a solid lead on the Mutant Underground.” Astrid had been searching since before The Order for the Mutant Underground; A place where wealthy humans who owned mutants would force them to fight to the death with their powers. It was different from the mutant fight club simply because the fight club consisted of consenting mutants. Not slaves. Astrid was ready to go undercover with Harvey to bring them down.
Harvey smiled as Astrid wiped her mouth with the napkin he had handed her. He rose an eyebrow as she talked about the mutant underground.
"How are we gonna go about that? I haven't heard anything about mutants coming out to play. This has so far only been a human-operation. Care to elaborate?" Harvey asked with a smile, this was most intriguing to him, he hadn't heard anything from these people about mutants being involved, for all Harvey knew, they could be nothing more than glorified hobo-fights.
Astrid seemed to dismiss the others temporarily as she immediately set into a debriefing mindset. Her fingertips slid across the screen and she soon pulled up images of several men and women known in the science circuit of life. The waiter and waitress who had been tending their table were cleaning the table next to theirs, deliberately cleaning slowly as they tried to listen to her hushed tones. A frown caused her brow to crease as she cut her glance towards them.
A growl rumbled in her chest again, sending them back towards the kitchen. She sighed and shook her head as she began to elaborate as Harvey asked. “Mutant Underground has been operating for years. Wealthy people with sadistic streaks and money to burn. They capture mutants that tickle their fancy, slap shock and spike collars on them, throw them in a pit, and force them to fight, sometimes to the death. The age range is nonexistent. They're very secretive and I've been trying to find them for years.”
Astrid dared not mention how personal this particular mission was for her, immediately assuming an emotionless expression and covering up her memories with thoughts of food in case Harvey tried to listen in, the image of a collared, bloodied and roaring Astrid soon replaced by the image of hamburgers on a grill. “You in?”
Harvey could without the use of his powers figure out that Astrid had the subject close to heart. Harvey hadn't quite gotten into the mutant-community the way she had. Sure, he was a mutant, there was no denying it. But he was trained to conceal his true identity and feelings, to such an extent that he didn't really feel all that bothered by not being fitted into a certain group, since he would just have to up and leave whenever he'd get a new assignment. He saw of himself more so as a soldier, than a mutant.
Of course, he never liked people getting hurt. Whether it was man or mutant. He nodded as Astrid asked him if he was interested. "We'll give em' hell." He said with a smirk. "However, as much as I would like to spend more time hanging around with you, I can't. Cover ID, and whatnot. Rest of ya'll should probably clear out too, since once I leave, the clerks will lose their memory.. Astrid, I'll leave a passive psychic link in your head as usual." Harvey said as he put down his cup, and stood up, buttoning his jacket again, as he smiled, fixed his tie a little bit as he looked at them all before he chuckled as he looked at Katarina.
"I think I'm more Jason Bourne than James Bond!" He said with a warm smile, before he walked out of the diner, and towards his Mustang. As he sat into the car the clerks got dazed and began to lose their short-term memory of the group.
Astrid gave a terse nod at Harvey's words and ran her fingers across the table some. She hasn't realized that she and Harvey had all but tuned out everyone else for their brief exchange. She gave a light cough and withdrew her tablet quickly. “Of course she's not replacing you, Katrina. We need all the help we can get; If we ever hope to expand our reaches past the Seven Burroughs and acquire new resources and connections, we need to recruit.” She canted her head, giving Kat a strange look before grabbing another cup of coffee and chugging it. Despite Harvey's words, she had no plans on leaving until she finished her meal. She was here all the time with Dallas when she wasn't busy anyways. The only strange thing about her being there currently was that she was there so early.
Her gaze fell over to Dallas. “I need you to go with us when we infiltrate MU.” She then looked to Kat and Willow. “If you two are willing to put your lives so close to the wire, that's fine. But I do urge you to attend not as fighters, but "owners". Mutants aren't allowed to show up unattended.” She then paused, wincing slightly as she realized Kat had delivered her own news. While Astrid was pretty quiet herself, she was a creepy sort of silent. She hated to admit that when she got caught up, she often overlooked Kat without meaning too and was frequently muttering apologies to the girl.
She was still getting used to interacting with other people; The agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. rarely even approached her. She was more used to working with people who held commanding presence. She did, however, recognize and highly respect Kat's skills and was quite fascinated by them even if it didn't show. She worked up a rare half smile in an attempt to be amiable. “Good job with the publishing and the Bloodstone Circle.” Her attempt was comparable to Will Smith in Hancock. Amusing to say the least.