"Speaking of volatile." Maria turned enough to fix on the newcomer a stare befitting a hawk. He had an air of equal parts swagger and skepticism and she appreciated that, despite herself, for all the difficulty it'd bring. Gone were the days of recruits who clicked their heels whenever asked and took off in a record jog to make her life easier, but there was something rewarding about fast and dirty, even to her. She recognized the value of the refugees, the trade off. The short term appeal while they made long term plans. And it had its risks. Fury seemed to like risks. She liked the idea of liking risk.
"Daryl Dixon, this is Albus Dumbledore, your transportation. Also good in a fight." She stepped back, a physical symbol of her intended involvement. Minimal. Efficient. No bullshit. "Professor, this is Dixon. Excellent tracker. Above average instincts. Indisputable survival skills." It was as close to diplomacy as she got.