"Nope." Red looked up from the napkin, shaking her head. "This is more than enough, Director." She continued to grin appreciatively, reveling at the thought of not having to go back to that pigeon nest and actually having a bed to sleep on instead of making do with cold cement and Bruce's jacket which, she told them, she needed to go back and get. There definitely was a mutual understanding that Red was willing to respect, and folded the napkin up to keep safe. To think her own father couldn't give her even half the courtesy Nick Fury did was sad to think about, but she swallowed down that bitter thought to earnestly say, "Thanks."