When she was set aside, Misha took the moment to try wiping away any lingering traces of her freakout. Physically speaking, it was going to leave her with puffy eyes and a tiredness she couldn't hide, but cleaning up would make her feel better and that would definitely show. Doom was in front of her and she shifted, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck and get herself situated. She didn't even bother worrying about putting too much weight against his airways considering the guy was made of metal and even Ben Grimm hadn't been able to choke Doom out.

"My lips are sealed," she promised with an obvious tone of amusement. As entertaining as their situation was in the abstract, it would be hard to separate from the why it was happening even later on. This was not an experience she planned to revisit often and Doom's own subdued reaction was telling her that he was probably in a similar boat. Although the question was one she assumed had no answer, she asked, "Where we heading? See anywhere nearby?"