Coulson wouldn't actually shoot him, would he? Then again, Coulson didn't seem entirely himself tonight, that glimpse of emotion revealed enough to make Jasper furrow his brow questioningly. Not at the order, no, that as was worth wondering about as the tug on Jasper's arm was worth responding to. "If you'll pardon me, sir," he said, looking back Hammer's way with a frown of apology for having to say it, "I never liked you." Before he took a step to have Hammer sitting as instructed and inspired Coulson to realize any threats made by brandishing his gun, Jasper rapidly snatched the weapon from Coulson's hands, confidently fast and monstrously strong but just jerking the gun from Coulson's grasp and holding it there between them. That was going to be the end of hostilities, right? Nobody needed to start firing in the confined office space. It was terrible for those present, and, worse, it reflected poorly on the professional practice of S.H.I.E.L.D..