Good point. After all, "That would be a great party." And not one to miss, Daisy seemed to have decided, searching the crowd for the possible worst offenders while she sipped her beer languidly. Now she had a purpose, or at least something to look forward to that wasn't Hammer getting shitfaced and bare-assing in his stupid sheet. That would probably still happen, but if he was also likely to get shot then it would be worth the suffering. That and it would be a strong start to the petition for getting Fury back in office. But that was honestly secondary to the possible chaos.
"What are you supposed to be?" Daisy finally addressed, no longer willing to submit herself to the curiosity. Which hadn't been a distraction in the least thus far, nothing about Coulson elicited any sort of curiosity in her, morbid or no, she just didn't know what else she was supposed to talk about with him. Coffee, maybe, but she didn't know much about finer coffee production and hers was largely instant. Doughnuts? God, she hoped Cassie was having a fucking fantastic evening.