Nick frowned and decided that Wicked must be really far gone because she was babbling and making less and less sense with every moment that passed. He let it go on for a few more moments- totes? What in the fuck did totes mean?- before he had to intervene. If Wicked was going to go on so freely about ghosts then he didn't want to even begin to imagine what she might let slip about the Caterpillars. Loose lips sank ships. And Fury's career. Last thing he needed getting out was that he had a secret team of super-powered kids at his beck and call.
"How drunk are you, girl?" he asked in his sternest voice and crossed his arms, doing his best to look like a disapproving father or something but probably just looking more like the disapproving Batman.