Phil regarded her after the orders, shutting the door behind. "Agent Hill, I'm fine. Nothing broken, nothing shattered, just a bit of soreness. Nothing I haven't experienced before."
"The food smells good." He moved, slowly, to the kitchen, getting out plates, two wine glasses, and a bottle of something red. "The dosage they gave me would have left me too groggy to keep up with work. It wasn't necessary."
And there was a pause before he turned to offer her a full glass. "But your concern is appreciated, Maria."