It was her right to dig as deep as she wanted to about her life, but she had to recognized that Hydra might have been underground now, but they would come to collect the pieces of the puzzle back together. Work would either be deemed unfit or pulled back into the fold, and the clone project seemed far too important to have any known clones wandering around looking for answers to questions about their origins and worse their genetic make-up.

"You might not want to pull on that thread; it might not lead to where you want it to," he replied simply. Hydra secrets had secrets and they weren't friendly. One clone searching for a single man that might be alive or dead? It seemed like an interesting adventure.

"I'm wanting for something far less significant," he murmured as he made a show of tucking her photo into his vest carefully so as not to damage it. He zipped the pocket closed and allowed his hands to return to his sides casually. "Purpose and structure," he added airily. "A mission to find a lost scientist gives me a break from running about like a rabid dog."

He wasn't afraid of the threat of a fight, but he knew it was also dangerous to do it here when he had left that nifty gift outside. "You either let me come with you, or I let slip to Hydra where you're going. Don't think they won't be interested in a non-coughing clone."