Fury smiled at this small victory, glad that they understood one another. Something about her resonated with him, they were a lot alike, more than he would've expected. Probably came from being raised a military brat. He figured she was pretty easy to get along with when she wasn't enraged or in bad circumstances and probably less neurotic than Banner. Nick followed her straw point to the fuck-up still waiting in line for his cheeseburger. Nick only shook his head, bemused, and barked, "Jones!" The man left the line and came trotting over as Nick looked over the rest of the team still waiting and called out another, "Stanford!"
His agents stood at attention as Fury apprised them of their new assignment, calling it 'security' rather than surveillance, but they were all well aware of what the job actually entailed. "You'll have a room at the Hotel Americano tonight and these agents will escort you to look at furnished apartments tomorrow." He scrawled his number on a napkin, "If you need anything, you can reach me directly here or you can call into S.H.I.E.L.D. and leave a message through my secretary. These clowns should be able to help you, too." The clowns in question nodded solemnly. "Anything else you need tonight?" Fury asked.