"Exactly. Who wants that all the damn time?" Jessica shrugged as she drank her tea. Apparently this old agent was just hacked of some glacial slab of granite and whittled away into a bowler hat and a penchant for sweet and black coffee. "Damn. I guess they really don't make 'em like they used to."
She leaned back, letting Dugan explain and extrapolate about Adrian's past and his ties to SHIELD and the force. It seemed to be in the man's blood and Dugan worry practically a relative's kind of worry. Her cup made a small tapping noise as she put it down and looked at the older man. "So, what you're saying is, you know he's going to pull through and have since before you asked me what I thought was his chances." She tilted her head to smirk at him, pointing out his own logic and opinions.
"Fury will live on forever, just to spite all his enemies. And you're keeping the next batch of Ethan Hunt and Jason Bourne wannabes from killing themselves by pounding the old school education into their thick skulls." She gave a faintly pained looked at that. "And there are few that do think they're double-O's and all that nonsense."