He stood at six foot one with an athletic build that was currently covered up by a black jacket and loose fitting cargo pants. His t-shirt was visible because the jacket was open. The wet weather prompted wearing outer garment. His hands were stuffed into the pockets until someone joined him in the space. They slipped out and hung to his sides. The move was casual though for tactical reasons. He didn't know what to expect from the stranger who wanted to meet.

His head lifted from having stared at the ground in thought. He made eye contact with a fiercely determined gaze that softened. "I'm Trip. I think my tablet has me listed as Antoine Triplett," he offered in his usual low pitched timbre.

She was at least from Earth, given her extending of hand. Una was also not from a culture where women weren't allowed to touch men who weren't their husbands. ...Trip observed and tried to decipher if she was genuine or secretly a Hydra operative.

He captured her hand with as much strength as she met his with. It was what he'd been taught since a boy to do as a sign of respect. Great Aunt Peggy had always been very vocal of not treating a woman like a dainty flower or being a brute but finding the middle ground.

"Anything I can do to keep people safe out of Hydra's grasp," he returned her thanks with a nod. "What is it you'd like to know?"

He didn't want to cause a panic but there was no point in minimizing Hydra's potential. "Considering I think Hydra's behind this entire location, I'd be a little worried. I'll say that some of this doesn't fit with their MO--the way they operate. They usually torture for information. Brainwash and convert or kill the strong who won't turn. I'm guessing this is some kind of experiment of theirs. I can't be sure."

His hands returned to the pockets of his jacket, pulling it closed by pushing his hands together while in the pockets--keeping some of the damp weather off of him.

"The symbol was obviously Hydra but I'll guess we'll have to see if it's just a faction here or if they're really behind this place," he stated with conviction. His confidence didn't waiver at continuing on about Ward. "You should definitely watch out for Grant Ward. He spent a year with a team; earning their trust, getting them to like him, and sent two of their most defenseless people to their deaths. He's got a LOT of atoning to do before he'll get me to believe he's no longer Hydra."

"They've upped the ante on this one, but yeah. It wouldn't be a surprise if they joined forces with another equally depraved organization." He swallowed. "The biggest proof is the people they've got in here. Seems to me there's more good than bad."

He nodded his reply. The numbers of SHIELD were nearly three to one or more of known Hydra. Top Hydra operatives, at that. Ward and Rumlow were no one to play with. Agent 33 had been one of SHIELD's top agents before brainwashed by Hydra. Trip didn't want to give all intel away just yet.

Una posed a good question, one that Trip had thought about since meeting with Barton on arrival and being explained the timelines. "The earth was recently under alien attack when we didn't have any confirmed contact with beings outside our planet. Yet Hydra's messed with alien artifacts and who knows what else. ...Wouldn't surprise me in the least if they haven't partnered up with another--or several others--also bent on global domination."

"Anyone in particular that I should keep an eye out for?" he immediately questioned before even asking where she was from. "We have three to keep an eye out for. If you see the following names over the network, tread carefully. They're agents of Hydra as far as anyone can tell...Brock Rumlow, Grant Ward and Kara Palamas. In person, they'll probably lie about who they are." In fairness, he heard Grant Ward wasn't up to that lately but Trip sided better safe than sorry.

"Will do. Oh, and one last thing... The woman can change her face. So if you see anyone about yay high," he said and placed a hand in the air to signify how tall the petite woman was, "who isn't acting right or seems off to you, keep it in mind."

He smiled back and it remained while answering her question. "I'm a SHIELD agent. It's an organization created in defense of those trying for global domination and taking innocent people with them. The name's an acronym. Stands for the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

His smile grew wider at her response. He gave a nod, agreeing with her words on the acronym. It was a common joke. "Yeah, originated U.S. but worldwide effort." His head cantered a little in thought. "Are you part of an organization?"

There was a suspicious aspect to her initial response, but as she continued, Trip understood. Mostly.

"I think we're all between jobs right now," he joked lightly. "But I get it. Any insight'll be helpful."

"Will do," he uttered with a little salute and a friendly smile. SHIELD could use all the allies they could get with something of this magnitude. Trip hadn't wavered on the hotel being some kind of experiment courtesy of Hydra and maybe an alien race that had the ability of crossing timelines. It was starting to appear more clearly that Hydra couldn't pull off an operation of this magnitude alone.