Coulson continued to stare at the picture, his eyes lingering over a few faces in particular. Finally, he turned and watch Maria unpack. "I still have my service revolver, and patches," he said, when the knife appeared. He understood her keeping it. "You just don't get rid of those, when there's history attached."
"But I never really felt the need to display them," he said, returning to the couch to inspect her picture. "It was just something that happened, a job. Nothing special." He regarded the picture for a few silent minutes. "Good group, or was there that one jackass that no one liked?"