That made sense; most of Jasper's time clocked in was spent on menial upkeep, reviewing briefs, doing paperwork and making coffee for Coulson, when he wasn't tracking progress and establishing targets and connecting with field agents. That was a lot of sitting around work for a soldier, and he suspected a lot of it had to do with filling in the time between butt kicking. Which was important-- there was a lot of aggression wound up tight in a lot of his team, without the busywork they'd be fighting each other constantly and his job would be that much harder.
"What about all...this?" he asked as he sat across from her and took up the coffee to pour them each a full cup, realizing part way through that it might have been impolite money-talk and forced to finish anyway. It wasn't as though she paid for a balcony on a vigilante's salary, though, right? "I mean, I thought you...did. Stuff." Well prepared, Sitwell.