After collecting a whiskey neat from the bar. Sharon came up behind Dum Dum, touching his arm gently before sliding into a seat across from him. She lifted her sunglasses up and looked around, her eyes focusing on Rogers for a moment before she relaxed against her chair to listen.
It was strange for her, at times, being a part of a SHIELD like this. She didn't consider it strange in a bad way, but more like she was living the organization that her aunt had always talked about in her stories. The fact that Rogers was here and playing such a central role made her feel, really, like she was part of the SHIELD start-up that should have been, had Steve never downed that plane.
She was glad that Dum Dum was still there. They'd lost so many people and seen so many go and come back again with no memories of their version turns that it had become hard to keep track. She'd call Agents that weren't there, or plan tactics which. Involved skill sets they'd already lost. It wasn't easy.
They'd work it out though, she knew they would. They were still a strong groups of agents with an impressive set of leaders to look towards. For Sharon, that included Dugan. He'd been her mentor when she'd first been recruited to SHIELD, and although she was hardly a junior agent anymore, she still looked at him with the same amount of respect.