It didn't matter that he knew what the skrull was trying to do. The sound of his voice so flawlessly replicated made him sick. His hand twitched against the glass, and his jaw clenched. He had a voice he didn't think he could replicate, but he wasn't willing to use it. He pushed on, finally schooling his voice back again.

"Fucking great," he said it with a twisted grin. One of those 'I didn't do anything and I know it' smiles, but he was sure as hell going to take the credit. "You having fun yet? Being visited by all of the people who trusted you? I saw Mr. Watson already came by for a visit. How did that go? Well, I hope?"