There was Alex's excitement for him, if he could prove he was fucking stable enough to handle it. As much as she might have made the same decision on her own if Alex's little tantrum persisted, though, Daisy didn't like hearing Nick threaten to make it for her. It might have only been that look he gave her as he came in that kept her from arguing, and her defense of Alex restrained to a new tension in her face and widened eyes at the kid not to make an ass of both of them. Well, he'd already done that, evidently Nick Fury was fucking Santa Claus, but Alex could at least put a competent show on if he put some effort into it. They could deal with his PMS later, when the General had better things to worry about.
"Just a little cabin fever, sir," she assured Nick, trying her best to look attentive, relaxed and prepared for this mission he conveniently mentioned, and not a little freaked out at the fact that he had been hiding in plain sight. "You're just in time." IE, don't you worry about delegating the team you put me in charge of. Sir.