Turning away from Maria, Bobbi leaned her elbows against the bar again. She had to reconcile with the fact that Maria hadn't been a part of S.H.I.E.L.D. any more - sure, Coulson had called on her to go get ury, sure she'd been at Sokovia. But none of that was S.H.I.E.L.D. She hadn't been there for Cuba, she hadn't been there for Whitehall, she hadn't been there for a lot. She hadn't seen the way Hunter almost sacrificed himself to save her from going to jail for killing Androvich. It didn't matter that what they were doing saved lives, Interpol and Russia sure as hell hadn't cared. But Hunter had been there and she hadn't been willing to let him or S.H.I.E.L.D. go down.
So they went down together. But Maria didn't know any of that. Maria didn't need to know any of that so she kept it locked away in her chest. Hunter wasn't here anyway, so it didn't really matter.
"I ruined that marriage, not him." Bobbi said with an amused huff, "You don't tend to last as a couple when you come home every night and can't say a damn thing about what you did that day. I put S.H.I.E.L.D.d before our marriage, and that's fucking on me, Maria." It was a serious answer and she cleared her throat, completely by-passing her friend's other question. "So..." She said, turning back to the other woman, "What're you doing for a job around here?"
Bobbi clearly already had her own plans. The firing range, doing some training, offering lessons. It'd what she'd done as a civilian, it was what she'd done as an Agent. It was just about all she could figure would feel like home here, so it seemed as good a plan as any.