Nick felt the tensing and very wisely gave Phil some space, casually sidling about a foot away and shoving his hands safely in the pockets of his trench coat where they could do no harm and keep him from endangerment. He didn't even glance over while Phil asked his questions, only stared in the direction of the family, too, and eventually he shrugged. "They know she was with S.H.I.E.L.D. but not what she does- did," he corrected himself with a frown and gave what he hoped was a passable imitation of grief that he quickly wiped away because he wasn't supposed to give a fuck if one of his agents died. It happened. It was even harder to give a fuck when he knew that agent wasn't dead. That happened, too. "Nobody knows what they really lost, nobody but us, Phil."