[ there are plenty of reasons why bobbi would like to drown her sorrows; the list starts and ends with the fact that she's been abducted to a spaceship, that there's a tattoo on her wrist and that she's unfamiliar with the terrain, but there are other items on that list as well. mack, for example, and the uncertainty of what is going to happen to skye, the others — but uncertainty is part of the work she does and bobbi has learned to compartmentalise a long time ago.

if in doubt, set priorities. right now, the first priority is to get the lay of the land, both literally and figuratively, and so she's in a bar: not to drown her sorrows, but because tongues are usually loose around larger quantities of alcohol, because there's always someone willing to tell a pretty blonde with a great rack what's going on, especially if she plays dumb.

it's something bobbi has no problem at all using, and so the posture she adopts isn't one of a combat-trained spy, it's that of a young woman lost and just this side of helpless, eyes a little wide as she approaches the bar.

loud enough that either the bartender or someone sitting at the bar might hear her: ] Excuse me? [ a pause in which she bites her lips. ] I'm new here —

[ someone help a girl out, will you? ]

[ she might have been downplaying the extent of her abilities earlier to gain information, but there is nothing wide-eyed or lost about bobbi morse when she addresses the network now.

the message is short and to the point: ] If the name Phil Coulson means something to you, contact me.

[ just that. vague enough that not everyone is going to know what she means, who she is and which organisation she works for, but specific enough that anyone on the team or anyone of the former shield will understand her affiliation.

phil coulson is a well-known man, after all. ]

[ anything goes! ]