"They don't really get cell phone reception in Asgard." Nat smirks. But it's not a bad idea. There's got to be someone who knows something. Someone they can trust.

She echoes his sigh, dropping her head into her hands as she thinks. Her fingers tangle in her hair as she wracks her brain for anyone who might know something, or any thoughts at all about what those tattoos might mean. "We're connected somehow. The question is... how?" She had heard myths about people being tied together by invisible 'strings of fate,' something that links people together as soulmates or something childish like that. But tattoos... that's not one she's familiar with.