The list of things the Director had to handle at the moment was long and anyone who dared disturb the sanctity of his office (and distract him from his work) got a glare regardless of their identity or what they wanted. The glare Bobbi got was extended when she called him "Fuzzy" and it had only mostly disappeared by the time she finished, replaced by a grim set to his mouth and furrowed lines on his forehead. Clearing the underground wasn't first priority but it could sure as fuck be important later if any infected came crawling out of the woodwork to gnaw on transit employees or passengers. Jesus. So easy for everything to get fucked right up and so difficult to clean up the mess afterwards.
He was silent for a few moments and then nodded. "Do what you have to do, but at least send in at least one field team after to be damned sure. Take it section by section, there's miles of tunnels to deal with. You can probably pull from the army or national guard for personnel if we can't spare enough of ours." There weren't that many of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s left to spare. "We got any tech up and running yet that could make scanning all that shit easier?" They'd been doing their best at salvaging equipment from headquarters and bases the world over, but they'd lost a lot on that helicarrier and most of it was going to take a long while to rebuild.