Smart ass. When he heard her speaking in English he knew her voice and the recognition hit him like a ton of bricks. He gaped at her, glaring like someone had obviously pissed in his cheerios that morning. Nick felt like a fucking idiot; he didn't even have the excuse that she was wearing a mask, it was a fucking pair of goggles. To his credit, at least, he hadn't expected her to be here. In fact, she was pretty much the last person in the world he would've thought to see and he didn't immediately recognize that costume, either.
"You look stupid," he told her, gruffly. Scowling, he holstered his gun then reached out and pulled her to her her feet. "What's with the get up? Playing superhero now?" Nick asked, heading for the door through with their mutual target had just made his escape- thanks to Morse. It was bad enough that the metahumans ran around in bright spandex and weird outfits, there was no reason for non-powered people to be doing it, too. Not that he thought for a second that Bobbi's personal abilities were anything less than extraordinary (she wouldn't have been an agent of Fury's S.H.I.E.L.D. if they weren't), but he'd never understood the necessity of getting all dressed up just to punch somebody. Maybe as a means of disguise, but he didn't think goggles were a particularly good way to hide her identity. Even if they had, momentarily, fooled him.