Grant stared at her for an instant before it kicked in that he really didn't have time for this. Petersen had given him five minutes and Ward rather suspected that would be what he would get. Spending time arguing with Skye about the why or the what, or whether or not HYDRA was Nazi's, or whether or not he technically even cared about HYDRA wasn't going to get him anywhere. He'd already wasted too much time.
"That's not important right now," he responded. He was suddenly as irritated with himself as he was with her, he raised a hand and motioned her arguments and her irritation away along with his own. "I need the information on the drive."
He looked over at her, and the sheer hatred on her face would have made him flinch had he been anyone other than Grant Ward. Instead he realized that it really hadn't been that long ago that she'd kissed him good-bye -- said she wanted a drink. He'd accepted it, knowing it was never likely, but she'd wanted to know him better at that point. Why couldn't she attempt to understand now when he needed her to understand the most?
"Do you have any idea just how difficult this has been for me?" He stepped closer, staring intently at her as he did so. It was perhaps a lost cause to appeal to any part of her that might care about him. Perhaps she didn't care about him at all in the end. But he was frustrated that she seemed to think he'd done it easily. It hadn't been easy. Not recently - at any rate. "But I did what I had to do, Skye. That's what I always do! Whether it's easy or difficult I do the damn job."