Sharon and Mobius
It could have been a joke to an eavesdropper. Maybe. Sorta. Sharon wasn't exactly thinking straight. A gentle comment from Mobius would have gone a long way regarding the ix-nay (even if her pig latin was rusty). As it was, the Asgardian Drink was giving her nudges in one direction or the other, loosening her lips and flushing her cheeks.
The double-life was likely to catch up with her eventually, even if she was slowly easing out of putting herself in harm's way. When she wasn't drunk, Sharon understood she was living on borrowed time. She didn't want to think about what Bruce or Tony or Bucky or Sam or any of the others would say when they found out.
She accepted the water and then flopped down into the chair. Some of the water spilled out of the cup and sprinkled on her lap, but Sharon didn't care. She simply gave a little laugh, reaching for a nearby napkin to mop it up.
"I don't plan on taking bullets," she spoke softly, her hand stilling with the napkin in her lap. Then she looked up at him through long eyelashes. "I haven't forgotten. I made a promise to you, and I intend to keep it."