That was good enough for Nick. Wicked could take care of herself, he wasn't culpable for what she got herself into off the payroll. Meantime, he'd find some way to keep an eye on the agitators. He snorted at her question then nodded. "Yeah," he deadpanned, "We can totes go eat." Fury shot a last frown back at the memorial as he flung an arm over Wicked's shoulder and guided her from the room.