Phil had moved to the Kree ship, where he'd torn a giant hole in the ship, where he guessed the engine might be. In truth he had no idea where the engine was, but destroying the Kree's ride out, maybe communication systems in the process, didn't seem like a bad idea to him. Plus it was rather fun.
He sat atop the ship, legs dangling in the hole he created as he sat back on his hands and watched the contained Kree. "They make decent target practice at least," he shrugged nonchalantly.
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