She sighed in frustration and dropped the file loudly on her desk. "And weren't you once a greenhorn too? Wet behind the ears and shaking like a leaf at the idea of killing the enemy," she retorted. "And I can't have someone making that much noise on a mission requiring discretion and silence. You and anyone else with a problem are kindly to proceed to Stark's office and complain that Carter threw you off your mission for having a hissy fit. The amount of testosterone wafting about is damn near lethal."