Coulson squinted out at the snow, and back down at his compass. They weren't going in circles at least. He called out a command and the dogs corrected their course. "We have one fairly obvious connection," Coulson offered, fulling willing to concede that he was far from an ideal match for this mission. He'd done his share of field missions when he was younger, but he was much better suited to control, or field leader. There was a reason he wore the suit and tie and not the jumpsuit. His best guess was that this was some passive aggressive dig at them for their connections to Fury. To either force them out, or force them in line.
"Let's just focus on taking care of these things before Palin spots them and puts them on the next boat to Russia, mm?"