"Fury had a damn way of showing it sometimes," she had to mutter, because on any given day, she was guaranteed to have something of Fury's come to light. It made her tempted to start caching knives around SHIELD for her successor to turn up at random intervals. "Good," she said, with feeling, for his intent. "We're going with an open hand; let's not have it get hacked off. Or the locals otherwise take undue advantage of us," she added with a small shrug.
As, in her book, coincidence was just a word for a conspiracy that hadn't been proved yet, she approved the plan for the Quinjet, giving the projection a quick look. "Let's run a random check on the others for the same things. If it's a defect, it might show up in others." And if it wasn't a defect, it might be someone sabotaged all of them. If they didn't, it implied a specific target.
She breathed out a long breath and collected her coffee cup, staring down into it. "I hate dealing with Wakanda - they're far too smug. But otherwise, agreed." She took a sip, let the coffee warm and comfort her on the winter morning. Which made her think of the date, which made her smile to herself, just a little. "Anything else?"
The best birthdays were the ones where Phil was back, but no one actually wished her a happy day.