6009/The one where he apologises to Carla, again

The one where he apologises to Carla, again
Date of Scene:	21 April 2021
Location:	Director's Office - Playground
Synopsis:	Operation: Spyhole, spying on Colonel Glenn Talbot, finally pays off. Not only is he not HYDRA, but he seems to be trying to hunt them too.
Cast of Characters:	Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Peggy Carter, Phil Coulson, Melinda May

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Bobbi Morse has posed:
    What could possibly be better than marbles or cut throat kitchen? Staking out Colonel Talbot from the comfort of the Director's Office. It's show time. On the dot Talbot returns to his tent to go through the days reports, make calls with people, write notes and generally pace around to work off the stress he's under.

    Bobbi walks in to the office with the popcorn and presses the room secure button. The windows and doors shut and the lights dim. The big wall screen turns on and Bobbi flops on to the couch. It'd been weeks now without Talbot's unit figuring out they had direct surveillance on their operation.

    "I'm going to guess.. yelling at three subordinates tonight," she says tucking her legs up underneath her. "Also a nose bridge squeeze of stress and frustration."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter reaches over to help himself to some popcorn before weighing in with, "Going to go with tense call with his wife, and looking longingly at the cigarettes in his desk drawer before giving up and closing it again." Apparently the Colonel was trying to quit but the stress of unsuccessfully hunting SHIELD was getting to him. Poor soul.

"So, what's the wager then?" he asks looking over with a smirk of anticipation.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    "The wife you think? They did that yesterday. I suppose it could be a repeat.. but he hasn't had the awkward video call with Hale in a few days," she says and picks up the two beers and takes the caps off, offering one to Lance and then tinking them together, "Cheers."

    "OH.. OH!.. Wait for it... and there it is," she says and takes a sip. It's a drinking game too. Talbot has just done the lean against the filing cabinet that they're pretty sure is empty. A remnant, almost a prop. "A bet hmmm. I hadn't really given it much thought," she says and dips her hand in to the popcorn for some buttery crunches.

    "Did Talbot get a haircut today? It looks neater. Shorter. Yeah.. I think he must have. Very productive day Talbot, congratulations. You didn't catch SHIELD but you trimmed your hair." She gives him a slow clap as he briefly walks out of the video of Lance's TV's camera.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"True, has been a bit since called Hale," Hunter considers before taking the offered beer and clinking it to Bobbi's. "Cheers," he echoes before he looks back to the screen and takes a drink. "Look at the way those cabinets lean, I think you're right, definitely empty," he remarks after his sip.

He studies the Colonel for a moment nodd, "Yep, definitely a haircut, and what do you think? He coloured his hair too didn't he? I swear he had more grey on the sides and in his mustache last time. Good thing we got him on our case, we'd be in real trouble if we got someone who cared as much about catching us as Talbot cars about how he looks."
5rA moment later Hunter adds, "Oh, adding 'gets a subordinate's name wrong' to my list."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Two subordinates enter the room and Talbot returns back in front of the camera and starts pointing wildly and clearly talking loudly. There's a pause as he looks at one of their name tags. "Theeere we go. Yeah I think you're right. He's dying for sure," she says with a smirk.

    Bobbi takes a sip of the beer and dips in to the popcorn again. "You're short and I don't like the cut of your jib soldier," Bobbi mockingly pretends to be talking as Talbot is pointing and talking. "Now shave those side burns and tell me how many stripes that interdimensional zebra has today, it's for national security," she says putting on a silly voice for him.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"Yes sir, Colonel sir," Hunter says putting on that southern drawl he can do so well. "How short should I shave 'em sir? And sir, you know I can't count that high.You want smarts like that sir, ask someone in the British army," he continues with a grin and a wink before taking a sip of his beer. "The real question is, how long do you think it'll take for them to figure out we've been watching them through my bloody TV? I am betting we get the thing back from them once our names are cleared before they even think to check."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi laughs and then pokes Lance in the arm, "Hey now. Don't be too cruel to muh bois," she says suddenly feeling patriotic. "I'm betting at some point we're going to contact Talbot and he's going to figure it out then. So far we've seen no evidence that he's secretly HYDRA."

    She points at the screen, "Wait.. phone. Here we go.." she crosses her fingers, "Come on Hale, come on Hale. No Carla. Nooo Carla." The expression on his face changes to one of mild panic and also love, "Damn. It's Carla." The apologetic look spreads over his face as he begins making up his latest excuse for why he's working late and not at home.

    The two subordinates move off screen again. "Poor Carla. Does she ask for much? no, just a loving husband to spend time with and be a father for their son..."

Peggy Carter has posed:
Unaware that there was a party in her office, but having heard that there was going to be some sort of meeting, Peggy's come better late than never. She's dressed for working which, if she's not out in the field, means she's back in her heels and a smart 1950s styled suit with wide pant legs and a double breasted jacket. Patching dark plaid, of course. She looks like a woman who is ready to take some business meetings when she steps into the room and arches a brow at both of them, not entirely able to hide her smile.

"...you better had saved some for me." She looks over the glasses, then up to the screen, her head tilting to the side as she realizes who is there. "And just what is this?"

Lance Hunter has posed:
"Can't help it if your bois can't count," Hunter retorts smiling before taking a sip of his beer. When the call comes in he crosses his fingers, quiet until Talbot answers and he throws up his arms in victory. "Ha. Right again!" he says before taking another swig of beer. "And true, shame she married Talbot then," He gives his head a shake and has time for one more swig of beer before they're busted by the Chief.

"Chief," he greets with a smile. "We can definitely raid the lounge for a few more," he says of the beer. "As for that," he nods at the screen. "It's our new favourite show, Keeping up with the Talbots."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Oops, busted. She grins to Peggy and says, "Hiya Chief. Please, grab some alcohol and join us. We have plenty of popcorn." She motions to the screen, "This.. is Operation: Spyhole. When Talbot's men liberated Lance's TV from my quarters in the Triskelion, they didn't realise it had a massive security hole in it. I hadn't had tech disable it yet. So now we have a daily viewing of Talbot at his desk and it's become a bit of a drinking game."

    She motions to Talbot talking to his wife on the phone. "For instance, usually after talking to his wife he has to get rid of his pent up frustrations by doing twenty impromptu pushups," she says with a smirk and a sip of her beer. "That or he moves his desk by another 5 degrees for no known humanly reason. Sometimes we make up what he's saying and the other characters that come in. Sometimes he has a meeting with Hale. Looks like today isn't a Hale meeting today."

    The two subordinates from earlier walk back in to frame with a white board covered by a blanket. They set it down and Talbot hugs the phone over his heart to mute it and starts pointing at them to get out, his voice clearly raising again. They leave and he is once again making apologetic gestures as he talks on the phone to his wife.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"...this is ridiculous and a massive invasion of privacy, you know?" Peggy starts, trying to keep her face keenly stern for at least a few moments as she looks over her subordinates. But then a smile cracks through and she pours herself out a good dram of whiskey, coming around to her old chair behind the desk so she can roll it around to see what's going on a bit more comfortably. "But... considering the position the man has put us in, and this is his *office*, desperate times and desperate measures. Have you found anything we might use against him yet? Or...to... convince him we're who we say we are, as SHIELD, at least?" Peggy asks, kicking out of her high heels as she leans back in her chair and looks up at the screen.

Phil Coulson has posed:
He had planned on simply dropping off something. And so Phil stops outside the office door, knocking on it. Waiting for an answer from within, he glances around briefly, then back to the door.

Melinda May has posed:
For the first time in something like 96 hours, May isn't boots-on-the-ground out in the field. And she's glad of it. Her ribs hurt. Her shoulders hurt. Her head hurts. And so does her heart -- though not literally. Normally, that would send the stoic woman fleeing for... anywhere people aren't. Or the training mats. Right now, however, she's dry swallowing a pair of pills from medical and walking at her usual crisp clip towards Peggy's office. Her footsteps slow as she nears, not just because Phil's already waiting at the door, but because she's starting to sense a crowd. A faint grimace pulls at her lips. She considers beating a retreat but decides against it. She knows the signatures she senses. They can hear what she has to tell Peg.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter watches as Talbot goes into his post call routine. "We've caught a couple of calls coordinating with his people which have been recorded and files, no clue on what might turn him to ourside unless we can find a way to both clear our name and make him look good in the process. Man's 95% ego by volume. Also not that attentive about his subordinates, forgets their names, might be useful if we want to get someone inside his camp," Lance figures. "But mostly we watch and make fun of him, though we've turned our SigInt people on to this too and they've got the feed monitored as well."

A beat before he adds. "And sorry for the intrusion, Chief."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi gasps and covers her mouth with her free hand. "Say it ain't so. It's almost as if we're... spies," she says with a playful grin on her face. "Plenty we can use against him. Not sure we'd want to though." She gets up and walks over to the door, opening it to see both Phil and May. "Commanders, come on in," she says and lifts her beer, wandering back to the couch.

    "I think he'll believe us if we tell him we're SHIELD. The problem is he's convinced SHIELD are psychos who set off nukes and try to overthrow governments," she says, "the question we've been trying to answer is - is he HYDRA. So far he's stupidly straight and narrow."

    She motions to the blanket covered white board, "This is new though. Haven't seen this prop on the Talbot Show before." The phone call between Talbot and Carla seems to end and he puts the phone down with a thump on his desk, then drops and starts doing pushups. Bobbi lifts her beer, "Pushups. Drink!" She takes a long sip.

    "Lance makes a good point though. What if we offered to do the intelligence work for him, push him targets and he can take all the credit for their capture.. it would fit with his ego. We'd need to convince him that HYDRA is a bigger threat than SHIELD though."

Peggy Carter has posed:
The knock at her door gets a little look, Peggy almost feeling like they've been caught by the principle, but then she remembers SHE is the principle. She looks over her shoulder and calls, "Come in, come in... Both of you." As Bobbi is opening the door, "Pull up a chair or a drink. We're watching Talbot TV. It wasn't my idea." Bobbi and Lance are giving a long, implying look, before she settles back into her chair and takes another deep sip of her own whiskey.

"And please, tell me what is on your minds, because I doubt you came here to help these two spy on Talbot." Peg does take another sip of her drink as Bobbi calls the pushups. She's learning the rules of the game. "...and it's not a bad idea. If you can get enough info to offer to him and get in... well... Just make this whole thing worth while, or I'll feel really bloody dirty letting you do it, alright?" Peggy levels a gaze at both of them.

Phil Coulson has posed:
"Hey," Phil offers to May as he notices her approach, and that grimace. "You okay?" And then the door opens, and he blinks briefly. "Looks like there's a party happening," he remarks, before he steps inside. "Wait... Talbot TV?" There's a pause as he looks over towards the screen, pausing momentarily. "Now where did you manage to find that show?" Moving in the general direction of Peggy's desk, he takes out a notebook from his pocket. "Needed to bring this one over," he offers, handing the book over. He then looks to the screen again. "Sounds like something you'd need a drink to watch," he remarks.

Melinda May has posed:
May gives Phil a wry smile. "Yeah, just a little stiff, still." She has greenish-purple brusing fading down one side of her face, and there are still bandages covering the stitches in her forearms. So, it's obvious she's had a few adventures lately. But then they're being ushered into the 'party' and she rolls her eyes.

Indeed, a dark brow arches as she sees just what's on the tv. "Are you seriously telling me we're being hunted by an egotistcal moron?" That tells her just why they're all drinking. And that they seriously need to start looking into Hale posthaste. Given her tangle with HYDRA a few days back, she knows damned well it's not the egotistical moron they need to worry about. In fact, even Hale is secondary to taking out the rest of the heads they're hunting. She's far more concerned with HYDRA's forces in the field than she is the squatters at the Triskelion.

She moves to lean against the sideboard, arms folding over her chest as she watches the screen for a moment. "Jesus. Pass me one of those bottles. Reality tv sure has deteriorated, lately, hasn't it?"

Lance Hunter has posed:
"The trick is to get him to accept what we give him and be willing to trade it for laying off the hunt," Hunter says of feeding the man intel. "Not sure how to take a run at him though, pretty sure he'll slap the cuffs on anyone who shows up and says they're SHIELD." Those comments mostly directed to Bobbi and Peggy before the others enter.

"Talbot's people put my old TV in Talbot's office after the Trisk fell, but didn't think to disable the backdoors in the 'smart' functions, hence Talbot TV, we're watching all this through the camera on the TV they nicked," he explains to Coulson.

"Oh Talbot is definitely a moron, Hale however, definitely sharp and mean, it's fun when she calls to chew him out," he remarks. "Not sure if either of them are HYDRA I certainly haven't seen any secret meetings on Talbot's part but from the sound of things it's people like Maelstrom pulling the strings Though if we get anything on Maelstrom, Piece or that Mallick guy and we can give it to Talbot without ending up in prison, he might be our best way to take them down without it being all over the news we're attacking the government now."

Hunter passes May a beer. "I dunno, this is somehow still better than Temptation Island."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi offers Coulson a beer and nods her head, "You are one hundred percent Phil. Though it's quite the drinking game for Lance and I now."

    Talbot gets back up from his pushups and approaches the white board. He pulls off the blanket covering it but his body os obscuring it, giving the Agents of SHIELD a good view of his backside for a while. After a while of various arm movements, he walks away and comes back with a bottle of whisky and a tumbler.

    What's on the whiteboard though is the man's thoughts on the happenings. He has the name Kathlene Huttz and Punktech underneath it in a circle. Another name Kirk Vogel in a circle and a line between them. There's a line from Pucktech to the name Alex Braun in a circle, lots of $$$'s and ???'s

    The name HYDRA is in a circle, but so is the name SHIELD with a line between them and an exclamation point. Near it is the name Quake in a circle and The Punisher - there's a line between them too and a question mark. A picture of the helicarrier is circled with ???'s next to it. There's a blurry picture of Quake from the Saudi Arabian vault pinned to the board and in the middle of the board, a telecommunications tower with a dotted line connected back to Pucktech.

    Glenn Talbot pours himself a glass and takes a sip. Bobbi takes a sip of her beer and leans closer putting the popcorn on to a side table. She draws out her tablet without looking at it and starts to jot down what she's seeing. "I don't believe it.. I thought the man had zero brain cells and here he is.. secretly hunting HYDRA."

    Talbot picks up his phone and calls a new number and starts to talk softly, almost conspiratorially to whoever is on the other end. His mood shifts quickly as he gets angry and suddenly he's shouting down the phone, then hangs back up again.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The notebook that Phil leaves her gets a look from the new Chief, Peggy's brows arching, "And what is this gift, Coulson?" She pulls it over into her lap and starts piecing through it curiously for a few moments, hand putting down her tumbler so her red nails can flip through the pages smoothly. She's not giving a deep read, but a good scan to start. It's nicer than Talbot's face.

The bruising on May's face gets a longer, somewhat more worried look crossing her dark gaze, but she doesn't harp on those injuries, she just asks quietly, "You finally got to see medical about those new colors, May?" Then she's gazing back to the TV with a quiet frown. "If intel is on the feed we get here... we study him, see if we can get any leverage on the man, and bide our time until we have something good. No reason to give up this sort of access without a sure thing in return." THen she goes quiet, seeing the board and the layout the man has in front of him. She just blinks, giving a low laugh that echoes Bobbi's words. "Hell. Well... good for him. Nice to see we're not the only ones, even if we beat him to most of the punches."

Phil Coulson has posed:
Taking the offered beer, Phil takes a sip from it as he looks to the whiteboard on the screen. "Interesting," he comments, both to the explanation about the camera on the TV and what's actually on the screen. As for Peggy's question, he shrugs a little. "I just remembered something we talked about a while back, and I remembered I had the old notebook with notes about it. Thought you might like to read them." He looks about to say something more, before he hears that angry shouting Talbot does on the phone. "I wonder who that was," he comments.

Melinda May has posed:
"In between which missions?" May says dryly to Peggy. A beat. She nods. "Yeah. I got some painkillers. I'm good." Because she's the Cavalry. She doesn't stop for very much. Though, privately, she concedes a solitary cabin in the woods somewhere is looking better and better. "They were impressed with the skill of the medic who stitched me up."

She takes the beer from Lance. "Thanks," and then a deep pull. As the whiteboard is revealed her brow arches briefly again. "Interesting... By the way, Daisy, Barton and I had an interesting outing earlier. List sent some goons to try to apprehend a mutant inventor named Wizard." He didn't succeed, her tone implies.

Lance Hunter has posed:
The board was unexpected. "Wonder where he's getting his intel from, if we can figure that out maybe all we need to do is feed it to them to feed it to Talbot at least to start, once he's had a few successes, we arrange a meet through our now mutual contact and we're set," Lance says looking around for the reaction to his suggestion, his face making it seem he at least thinks its pretty good. "Also might want to pass along the suggestion he uses something to hide his search info that you can't buy at Bed, Bath and Beyond, if any of one from HYDRA is in his staff, once they see that I think our good Colonel will likely be 'assassinated by SHIELD' in the very near future."

"Yeah?" he asks May looking up. "Any clue what they want him for? And not for nothing," he gives May a look up and down. "They do have these things called days off, looks like you could use a few dozen. I mean we were fighting bloody ghosts a day ago."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    "Wizard? Odd name. List ...hunting mutants now," she says and lifts her beer to May. "You look terrible. You know you're meant to get subordinates to get beat up for you right? That's one of the perks of being Commander." As if anyone in this room would ever let someone else take a bullet for them.

    Talbot quickly covers up his mystery board as one of his subordinates enters. There are salutes and some quiet discussion. He stares a little too long at the womans chest and then she departs. "Pervy stare at female subordinates chest. DRINK," Bobbi declares and takes a long swig from her beer. "At least we have answers for him. So that's a currency we can use. I'd love to know who it is he just called too. Seems like Talbot is keeping secrets from Hale. Who knew Talbot was a Hardyboy."

    She hmms softly, thoughtfully, "You're spot on Lance. Talbot is going to draw the wrong attention if he keeps this up. We're going to need to set up a covert protection detail for him. May be if we save his life he'll trust us," she says and dips her hand in to the popcorn for some more noms.

Peggy Carter has posed:
As Phil mentions what the notebook is, Peggy's smile softens just a little, the note book apparently something a bit more private and touching than work talk. She reads another page or two then silently presses it shut, slipping the thing into the inside pocket of her jacket instead of even her desk, like she was hiding it away for later on. Then she looks up a touch more solemnly, Lance's comment to May getting an approving grunt from her. "He's right. A day or two off is... probably well needed. We don't have anything ressing this moment. Take them." Peg's voice has the tone of someone who isn't giving an order but will if she must.

Bobbi calls to drink again and she gives a little groan, picking up her glass and knocking back another sip, "I see why you play with beer now." She grumbles teasingly. She gives a deeper sigh as Bobbi mentions setting up covert protection for him, "Do we have *anyone* left inside his staff that we actually trust? I don't want to stretch our resources any more thin but... shit. We could use him."

Phil Coulson has posed:
"That's quite right, you do look like you could use a dew days to rest and recover," Phil offers to May, as he nods a bit to the others. "As for who you're supposed to get beat up for you, it would probably be better to let the opponent get that honor." It's offered lightly and with a grin, as he takes another sip of the beer. Looking back to the screen, he nods a bit slowly. "He could be useful, that's true." A frown as he watches the screen. "If he really wants answers, I suspect offering some could be a way to get him to agree to a meeting, although I suspect he would turn it into a trap unless we could convince him about us not being what he thinks we are."

Melinda May has posed:
Given a subordinate died in the same incident that left her a purpling, bloody mess, the best May can do to respond to Bobbi's ribbing is a tight lipped, wry smile before she takes a deep pull of her beer. Sure, six HYDRA operatives died, too... but so did young Eddie Hess, an L4 in the communications division who shouldn't have been anywhere near the field. She says nothing about it, however. Chances are, that speaks volumes in and of itself.

Instead, she lifts her chin toward the tv. "Send Collingwood in," she suggests. Sarah Collingwood, a STRIKE qualified L6, and a solid covert operative. Not to mention, she happens to be a petite, cute brunette with a pixie cut and a killer smile. Long as she stays out of Hale's way, Talbot would probably love to have her on staff. Prick that he is.

Notably, May's not really joining in on the drinking game, though as she does finally find herself a place to perch. "I don't think List was after Wizard because he was a mutant specifically, but rather because his gift seems to have something to do with creating bleeding edge tech that integrates exceptionally well with biological systems."

She snirks at the idea of a day off. "Taking a day off requires not being here. Not being here requires having a field partner with me. Which means it's not a day off."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter frowns thinking about people he might know working for Talbot, he shakes his head. "No one jumps to mind, but then Talbot and his top people are all Chairforce wankers, if they were proper army blokes I might have served in the Sandbox with one or two. Let me ask around a bit though, see if there's anyone I missed."

He takes his drink and shaking his head he says, "Can't believe we not only have to protect this idiot but we have to make him out to be a hero as well."

There's a nod about Collingwood, he remembers her in passing and seems the type the colonel would enjoy having around. "Good choice,"

As for days off? That's a battle he leaves to hs superiors, and quietly takes a final sip of his current beer before getting up to get a fresh one.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    There's a nod from Bobbi to Peggy, "Yes Ma'am. Agent Trevor Khan. He's been undercover in Talbot's unit since the task force was set up. We weren't sure if we'd need to abduct Talbot or befriend him after all. Khan is a good agent. He blends in well. Hates bro talk but does it super well. He'll need backup. I'll sort out the operation details and send them to you tomorrow."

    Bobbi catches that look and winces a little. She knows that look. There's a quick nod to May, "Collingwood. Good suggestion." Bobbi sits back down next to Lance and asks, "What is it with List and biotech? Vogel spilled on that. Huttz spilled on that. We're missing something. Why is Talbot so interested in Pucktech and who is Alex Braun?"

obbi twist her lips and taps a finger against the top of her phone, "Once again we're missing something important. HYDRA has their wheels in motion." She nods to Phil, "Right. We need to give him a reason to trust us. May be we drop one of our prisoners on him with all the intel we've gathered. We're all sick of Vogel right? and he's not really giving us anything new lately.."

    Talbot adjusts his uniform and then checks himself in the reflection of the tv, giving everyone a close up of his face and nose. It's not pretty. He then heads out. Bobbi uugghs, "Well.. show is over, that's his exit routine." She presses the button to turn the lights back up in the room. "Thus ends another episode of Keeping up with the Talbots."

Peggy Carter has posed:
"Alex Braun is...not a name that has come up in my reports yet. That'll be the next step we need to research, then. Might be one of the connections we're missing. If you can get a message through to Khan, tell him we're sending Collignwood up to back him up and keep heavier eyes on Talbot, maybe Khan can get us a bit more information on what Talbot is thining with this Braun character." While Peggy is sipping at her whiskey, she's now deep in work mode. But she's from those days, and worked with Howard Stark for years. Drinking and smoking at the desk through late night reports is just a part of her tradition, especially working in these offices.

May is given a bit more of a smirk. "Collingwood is a damn good idea, but don't be stubborn about actually taking a day off *here* to rest, at least. Or I'll send Sousa with you back to Long Island." It's not exactly a threat, but the older woman does seem worried about May and the emotions behind her words say she will make it an order. She just doesn't want to. "She always this stubborn?" She asks Phil with a half wry smile.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil Coulson nods slowly as he listens. "Sounds like watching Talbot has paid off a little, if we can find out more about Braun," he replies, taking another sip as he glances around the room briefly. "As for his interest in Pucktech, it could simply be that our little visit there wasn't as quiet as we'd hoped?" There's a brief pause, before he looks to May, "Could simply do a rest day, you know. Won't really need to leave for it." Another sip of his beer as he hears Peggy's question, and he makes sure to keep his expression neutral as he shrugs. "Always."

Melinda May has posed:
One beer, especially with the painkillers she just swallowed, is May's limit tonight. And it's only half done. She's not actually opposed to a day off. It just hasn't seemed to happen, yet. Maybe she'll sleep in tomorrow morning. Until six, instead of five. Though, really, she prefers the gym when it's empty for working on her katas.

She listens to Bobbi's musings, turning her head away as Talbot's nose hairs make a starring cameo. "This is why I hate reality tv," she notes to no one in particular. As for the rest of it?

She's never heard of Braun, either. The other names aren't a surprise, however. Those are already on her radar.

She snirks as Peggy and Phil needle her further. Like either of them have all that much room to talk. Pots and kettles, all. "Just remember," she tells them darkly, though underneath it there's enough light in her eyes to prove she's merely giving back what she's being dished, "I know your weaknesses." Coconut cream pie. Lola. Quite the combination, they'd make.

She shakes her head mildly. "I have every intention of staying on base, tomorrow." Of course, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, as they all know. "Let's see what the universe has planned."

Lance Hunter has posed:
"There's not enough beer in the world for that," Hunter says of the nose hair check, a nod given to May. "And yeah, handing him off Vogel would be a good start. Getting crowded in our little laser holding cell with two heads of HYDRA in it, so being short one won't hurt."

"And no clue on Braun, but we can ask Vogel and Hutz about him before we hand Vogel over to Talbot, Koenig has been dying to use Fury's super lie detector on someone, so might as well use it on him."

There's a flinch when May threatens Lola. "Easy May, there's some things you can't come back from," he says with a smirk and another sip of beer.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi smiles and pats Lance's thigh. "I'm going to go for a walk. Get some fresh air and think on things. See you later?," she doesn't want for an answer. They got more than they expected at this meeting. She gives him a kiss on the cheek and rises up with her beer. One sip and she's finished. "Commanders. Chief," she says and then wanders out.