In the brightly lit restaurant with what passed as food in their stomachs, Nick wasn't feeling so uneasy. The Red She-Hulk was a lot less scary squeezed into a booth munching on a a chicken nugget than she was when she lurked in a dark warehouse killing pigeons. "You're not a child," he said evenly, and then compromised this whole mission by reaching across the table to pluck one of her nuggets from the box. They looked really good. To redress the heinous theft he broke off a piece of his hashbrown and offered it to her. "I know accidents can happen, but if you can give your word that you've got control and can play nice, then I think we can find some less intrusive method than implanting a chip." He thought about her options, realized the military would demand something more stringent after she and Bruce's scrap with them, and told her as much. He would keep going with honesty as the best policy here, it seemed to be working so far.
"To appease the higher ups I'd probably either need to assign some poor assholes on a surveillance detail, or put a tracker on you. Bracelet, maybe." Nick wondered if she could break adamantium or vibranium. "I could try to work a deal with you checking in, but I don't know how well that would fly with-" Nick was interrupted by one of his agents, a sheepish looking young man, who sidled up to table and asked with some embarrassment if Nick had a few dollars he could borrow. After a cold stare down and a muttered 'motherfucker', Nick dug a five out of his wallet and shoved it at the agent who thanked him, shot Betty an uncertain smile, and then returned to the line.