He had multiple reasons for coming. He wanted to hold Mitch to his word--to ensure there was no grim alliance happening here. He wanted to stay on top of events as best he could, and he wanted to see the Skrull who, he inferred, would probably have no desire to talk to him.

"What should I call you?" Instead of a hello. Metal fingertips on the divider, a boot pressing up against it too, swaying slightly. Never breaking eye--or lense contact.