As much as Daisy appreciated the thematically appropriate soundtrack - especially The Kinks song and not the more obvious Manilow offering that the uninventive jerkwads around here were always humming - seeing Fury... molest Coulson's car actually made her a little nervous. There weren't many people here Daisy could say she'd taken a genuine liking to at S.H.I.E.L.D. but Coulson was pretty decent, and at least he'd never treated her like a pichouette the way a lot of the older agents did.
"Um... you're not supposed to touch Lola, sir." Not that she didn't want to do it herself. The thing was wicked sweet, and Daisy had caught herself eyeballing it whenever she came down here, but even though she was breaking out...
Fortunately, Nick didn't give her a reason to feel conflicted. She would have argued, but in her heart, she knew she would have followed whatever decision he made in the end.
Grabbing the keys eagerly with an enormous grin, Daisy scrambled across the seat of the Stingray and wiggled said ass pertly as she dropped it into the driver's seat. Flying cars drove much like their gravity-bound sisters, so she had no trouble starting the convertible and putting it into gear. It took her a few seconds longer to get it into the air, but as the tires cleared the pavement, folding neatly upward, she let out an excited cackle.
"So long, suckers!" Daisy headed for the hanger door, casting a quick look at Fury, confident that he'd know how to get them out and wondering if they'd already attracted any attention. "What next?"