Skye (off-screen): Hey Mark!
Close-up of Mark's hunched form, or his eyes over his watch or computer, as he checks the profiles of those he suspects of betraying the Guardians. He's looking at the same profiles we were looking at on the previous page. Skye's hand rests on his shoulder.
Make whacks Skye's hand off his shoulder.
You're s'posed to be helping us vet Natasha as a new teammate, not staring creepily at pics of us and muttering to yourself!
I don't like her.
Establishing shot of the warehouse from Skye and Mark's angle/POV. Natasha poses confidently, both hands on her hips, in the center of the room as Jun clambers the ratty couch behind her, raising one fist in the air, and Black Butterfly shakes her finger at her new friend, mouth opened in laughing protest. They're joking around, having a good time. Robot-man sits uncomfortably on the fringe of the action, on an overturned bucket, smiling gently but uncertainly.
Mark and Skye lurk in the darkest corner of the room. There's a waterhose in the background.
What's not to like?
She's a distraction.
Mark rises to leave, and by the next panel he's disappeared.
Skye's left with his phone in his hand, alone in the dark corner of the room.
MARK, PURPLE WITH BLACK, O.S. SQUARE BOX W. LINE POINTING IT TO SKYE'S PHONE
There's a traitor on your team, and you're all too busy playing Happy New Friend fun-time to notice.