She looked back at the angry shadow with an expression that spoke volumes how much she cared about his wounded feelings. The others she simply nodded to and added, "We'll be in touch." With that, she turned away from the dais and headed for the door before someone else could open their mouth.
Outside, Sharon walked over to Steve and sighed tiredly, letting one of the knots unwind from the meeting, but not much. "I am getting blind drunk and you are keeping me from shooting people," she declared. She could order him around, she was Director of SHIELD after all. Tilting her head, she did mange to give him a slight smile. "How does tapas sound? Italian tasty things on little plates and many glasses of sangria and wine."