Oh. Apparently Nick Fury didn't really care. Apparantly, sometimes Nick Fury didn't kill people. Or aliens. Which still left Teddy shifting awkwardly, because this was the last form Teddy really wanted to show Nick Fury. What if he was offended or something? What if he didn't believe him?
Of course, refusing Nick Fury anything was a far more terrifying prospect. So Teddy nodded slowly, glancing to Billy again for support before melting easily into the form of Nick Fury. The real Nick Fury, from back home, with two arms and everything. It wasn't a very good impression, really-- Nick Fury had probably never looked that meek in his life, not until Teddy realized this and straightened purposefully and met other-Nick Fury's gaze with determination, jaw set.