She wouldn't be any kind of (somewhat-) former military if she didn't bend some of her rules on Veteran's Day. There were no free meals, as all meals were free in SHIELD's various cafeterias, but there was the quiet option of anyone who'd served being allowed to take some time to pay their respects to their dead; there was no forced moment of silence, but if someone wandered away to have a moment or take a call, by now everyone knew better than to interrupt.
She was holding firm on the uniform line, but that was more a matter of stubborn principle; as much as she was still a Marine, even if she'd transferred over and was in charge of the whole shebang, no one should be twisted into a dress uniform.
But then it was her turn to take a call, and as she leaned back in her chair, she wished, for a moment, for the bold blood-stripe on her trousers, proof she'd served, and gladly. Still, those that needed to know, did, and that should be all that mattered. Thanks still humbled her. "Thank you," she said quietly. "Glad to be here." Honored now, and not on Memorial Day - day for the honored dead. It was a thin thanks, but thanks.
Halloween wasn't that long ago; it still made her smile a little as she leaned back. "He should; he had enough vacation time in the tropics." She squirmed a little, in private, because Phil's ex was bringing up the part that she hadn't done near as well as she should have, if she'd been Pepper instead of Maria Hill. "I caught the bastard," she said a little roughly. "It's not a bandaid, but it helps. And he'd be luckier if he listened to what I told him to do," she grumbled, just a little.
She shrugged, even if Pepper couldn't see her. "Alive. Working. Finding a spot on Phil's wall for my saber. The usual."