"Don't harass the driver," Mockingbird warned, finger back up to make her point, but it was a soft one after that welcome compliment. Nick Fury might have been a liar by trade, but recognition within your field still made a girl feel all fuzzy. Or forgiving; she wasn't sure what that felt like, but it could have been this. Not that she knew exactly what she had done to deserve the recognition besides fall into a window and mess up his shot, but Bobbi was never sure what Fury saw in her. It could have been her driving skills because, despite the harassment, they squeaked around a corner like the whole car was elastic and were just about on top of their fleeing mark in no time at all.
"Even if he doesn't have them on the payroll now," Mockingbird enlightened him, "he knows S.H.I.E.L.D.'s weak points better than they do. He's got at least ten targets lined up and knows how to exploit them. Where else are you going to get information like that?" And, okay, Mockingbird didn't exactly have the whole plan worked out W/R/T getting that information out of LaCroix, but she was also acting independently and didn't have the bountiful resources of S.H.I.E.L.D. itself or all of the politics to adhere to. She figured it was worth exploring and learning some new tricks.