Hill followed without question, nodding. He was probably right; she should be more careful about what she was saying. Yet another slip in her composure that seeing her friend alive was causing, she supposed, and shook it off.
She laughed and sat down on the couch. Of course Coulson would have a debriefing ready for her. Back to normal, like nothing had happened at all. Except it had. Maria had thought he was dead, stabbed through the chest by Loki, and here he was, chatting about work like it was no big deal.
She wouldn't have it any other way.
"More goddamn aliens? Fantastic. You know, I miss the days when all I had to worry about was which terrorist cell we were going after. Now I have to worry about time vortexes and aliens and tesseracts and resurrections." She sighed. "And I'm not gonna say I'll be ready for anything. I said that yesterday, and look where it got me."