"Yeah, call Coulson, tell him we need a containment unit." He had the same concerns Sitwell did, but it wasn't worth having Darkholme slip through his fingers because he wasn't willing to call in the big guns. He'd just make sure to be there throughout the entire process until she was safely in a cell.
Nick quickly tied her wrists, wishing he had something stronger, answering her as he made knots. "Well if I were you, maybe I'd wear a face that wouldn't get me recognized or arrested, even if it was my own face." Knowing this was her actual face though, that was good intel to have, he locked the fact away in his brain to add to her file later. "Especially when buying goats from strangers off the internet." Nick scowled and, unable to help himself, asked, "The fuck did you want with that goat anyway?" Something terrible, probably.