"Sure is," Fury grumbled and turned to exchange a look with Coulson. That motherfucker was always as cool as cucumber but then, that was why they paid him. Also, he wasn't the one who had to look over the financial reports and the budget every time some crazy shit like this happened so Nick figured that Phil over there could afford to emulate a chilly green gourd. Nick did not have the luxury of possessing the attributes of any vegetable, nor at the moment did he have the luxury of fighting ginormous raging cephalopods out in the harbor. Not when there were five operations going on simultaneously around the world at the moment that he had constant updates about blaring in his ear piece and, surprisingly, at least three of them were more important than New York's new aquatic buddy.
On the other hand, there were plenty of agents who did have the opportunity that Fury was currently so woefully denied and the eager Agent 19 was one of them. It was nice to see the initiative and he was pretty damned sure, looking between Morse and Coulson, which one of them was responsible for the pair of them not being out at the harbor. But if Coulson thought it was important to bring her here first, then clearly it was. "Okay so, you're out of the hospital. The fuckers who shot you, they were taken care of," he began, in an informal and hurried kind of debriefing since something of that nature was apparently necessary.