She appreciated and was reassured by the smile from Alex, but Daisy wasn't nearly in the mood to return it and just gave the kid's chest a pat for a job well survived. Grudgingly, thanks to the mysterious fucking Druid impostor pretending he was fit and fucking useful. The second he said 'Fury', though, Daisy realized her frustration had been entirely misdirected, and it was Nick fucking Fury that had sent him away for no fucking reason and now brought him back again like he could convince Daisy that he was fucking benevolent. He couldn't, he was a motherfucking asshole and she wasn't going forgive until he fucking admitted that he was wrong.
Still slouched next to Alex, Wicked was the one to draw Daisy out of her silent rage with a very good point. Plus, they really needed to get a doctor or something to make sure these two were okay. Slowly and awkwardly in the sliding sand, Daisy got to her feet, stepping over Alex to offer a hand to Wicked, trying not to flinch too obviously away from her dead friends. "You've got all the cool enemies," she said.