She sighed and leaned back into her chair, shrugging. "And that is different from the last seventy years how? SHIELD has always been an obnoxious stain that hard to get rid of. But there's change there. New heads..."
Leaning forward, she smiled sharply. "No, I've bled my own, no reason to keep cutting at our own roots. SHIELD's armor, however, is not without seams and weak points. Yes, she's been a dear and rooted out most of our little moles as quickly as possible, but..." Drumming her fingers on her wine glass, she toyed with ideas.