Not exactly the warmest welcome, but Bobbi hadn't expected much different. She got two steps into the office before she was turning on her heel obediently with wide eyes, only to be stopped in her tracks by Coulson right behind her doing that thing he did where he looked like he might be a cardboard cutout of a human. Talk about a rock and a hard place. At her sides, Bobbi's fingers each individually stretched and curled into her palms, and she pressed her lips together expectantly, looking a bit like she might start hopping in place like she was really in need of a bathroom or a good one-on-one with a giant squid. How could Coulson deny her now? He definitely couldn't say no to the Director. Bobbi twisted, on hand on her hip, to look back at Fury and say, "Waiting on you now, boss." Now it was a party! Bobbi was going to need a gun. Or harpoon. Or something.