"And sometimes there isn't another way," she said quietly. She was used to going a round or two on this fight; she knew she wasn't going to win it, and didn't really want to spent her time here butting heads with him. "Different games, different rules," was all she could say.
She had to return his grin at the question. "No, but we come with Quinjets." Not that those were tempting enough, not when compared to Alfred.
"We're SHIELD," she informed him, utterly deadpan as she lifted her coffee cup again. "We believe in being able to use anything as a weapon from any angle." Besides, the stronger it was, the more caffeine it had. Alfred's, though, was just as strong as wasn't chewing at her guts after the second cup, which made it a win in her book. She brooded over her cup, elbows on the table, letting it run back and forth through her head, trying to figure the means and the ways.
"And it's not like we don't know each other already," she said, waggling her fingers between the pair of them at the breakfast bar in Wayne Manor's kitchen. "How are things here?" she asked, and tried not to feel awkward about a normal, ordinary question that people asked.