Coulson sipped at his coffee, keeping his eyes on her as she spoke, expression not changing in the least. He blinked, before repeating, "Sport?" brows darting up just slightly, though it was perhaps the only part of him that really emoted. "We were doing some stuff. You look good, Agent Morse. Much better then when we dropped you off."
He drained the rest of his coffee and nodding to it as he passed her, tossing it. "I never had this. We'll send someone to collect your belongings, the car's waiting."