"Did you see the tail on that agent? I would so hit that."
"May I remind you, Agent Dablan, that SHIELD has very strict sexual harassment protocol." Phil Coulson didn't bother to look up from the table in the break-room, and he flipped a page in the report he'd been scanning. "I suggest reconsidering your wording in the future when it pertains to an agent of the opposite sex."
"Coulson, I'm serious. She has a tail. And you'd probably think the same if you saw what she was wearing."
"I would not," he replied, shutting the case file and packing it away. "I'd consider the fact that most agents know a myriad of ways to hurt me." He finally looked up, eyebrow arching. "What is she wearing and who is it?"
"Greer, and ... just go see for yourself."
Packing up his things, and taking his Styrofoam cup of what SHIELD called coffee, Coulson took a stroll.