Even just a little bit buzzed, Daisy wasn't 100% ready to jump on board on the anti-Fury plotting with this, it was hard to avoid, fucking stranger. She gathered her focus and balance to slip off of the couch, keeping an eye on Alex while she paced the room restlessly, doing her best to think this through and largely coming up with a lot of good names to call Nick once she saw him. Which might have lead to her articulate response, a frustrated growl with another stomp of her bootless foot, this time only half on a carpet at least.
"Why don't...Why don't we just...What if he knows, what if this is just part of the plan, too?" There was no reason yet to discard that theory, after all. So far, it was pretty unclear why he felt the need to kill one of his own team on television-- Nick Fury was a strategist, surely he could have come up with something less fucking terrible to embarrass Justin Hammer. Hell, kill him, who the fuck cared about that guy?