"You're welcome. Thank you for not breaking me in half," he grinned wryly. Nick sucked down the last of his shake, extended his hand to shake Betty's, and then rose from the hard plastic booth. He still had plenty of questions about her condition and lots of concerns, but they could wait. Tonight, he'd won; he'd earned some of her trust and maybe made an ally, put her under his protection, and possibly laid the groundwork for Ross to consider a more permanent position with S.H.I.E.L.D. later. That was good enough for one evening, his work here was done.
When the Director was gone the agents, her new 'security detail', visibly relaxed. Apparently their boss made them more tense than the Hulk eating a Double Quarterpounder. The men introduced themselves to Betty (Jones insisted she call him 'Jonesy' like most everyone else), and then Stanford returned to the line for his food. With nervous smile still in place, Jonesy turned to Red and asked, "Are you gonna finish your fries, ma'am?"