"You sure you don't wanna stay for pigeon?" she deadpanned, pointing her thumb toward the dead bird. "Best in the city." Before Director Fury could respond, Red cracked a toothy grin that seemed to light her eyes up even more, and she chuckled, "I'm just screwin' with ya, that would be great. The last good meal I had was blown to bits by the military." That was probably one of the more tragic things to have happened that day. In any case, Red wasn't picky. Food was food, and she'd take any reason to get out of that nasty warehouse. She was ready to go when Nick was.