Maria couldn't help but roll her eyes as she pulled up schematics and various programs the tech geeks of SHIELD swore would get them into anything. "It's going to be the same around here when the agents get back," she agreed dryly. "And none of them fit to work and all whining about it. Thirteen's at least around and sane," she said with a quick glance over to her fellow agent.
She echoed his snort. "It'd make us money, but it'd let in all sorts of problems we'd have to fix," she predicted darkly. "Tell him it'd be far more trouble than it's worth, that not everyone is interested in him, and to get his lawyers to draw up a document forbidding us to do so." He had to have lawyers who were capable of shaking papers at them, right? Not that SHIELD wouldn't ignore it if need be, but it was for the sake of appearances.
"There's a backdoor into the keypad systems," she reported. "Press 1-3-4-6-8 all at once and you're in. The techs are whining about JARVIS rejecting attempts at installing something similar, but there's always talking to him and convincing it's logical."
She made another irritated noise, as much because of the nature of AI as because of Potts. "He's already a loose cannon and we're letting him have someone externally influence him?" she asked. "Relationships make everything screwy." Not that she'd directly know, because that was the philosophy that kept her away from forming them.