Following orders must be easy, but Skye has nothing but disdain for the kinds of people who do so unquestioningly. To never consider morality, ethics, the human side of the equation--no.

She's not Hydra. She never will be. And as far as she can see, there's not a whole lot of difference between this Panem Capitol and the many tentacled neo-Nazi supreme high command.

"Beautiful wife, four bedroom house with a white picket fence, two-point-oh kids and a golden retriever, the American--sorry," she apologizes by rote, not really feeling sorry at all. "Reference from home. Is that the Panem dream?"