It didn't matter what Alex chose to do with his hand with this new outside influence because Daisy threw hers down again with a distinct sense of relief. Partly because she was tired of Alex giving her that knowing look, and partly because Nick's appearance usually meant a bit of excitement, and a rare fraction of respect for her actual position. The only comfort on that front was that it would just be moderately worse back at HQ-- telling people she was Level 10 apparently was some big joke.
Anyway, the respect was mutual as long as her candy pull was not under threat. In this unique instance, General Fury found the barrel of his own gift, quickly and expertly examined, checked, and loaded, click-chk while Fury spoke, pressed against his working eye for the affront. The M&Ms were her tiny victory in this dull evening, and she was not about to give them up to interlopers.