[ Funny how logic never really manages to play much of a roll in their daily lives. Sure, they can argue all the reasons why logically they should make one decision, but when push comes to shove and things are down to the wire... Logic doesn't really stand a chance, does it? Because life does throw curveballs — she knows that far better than most. (Very little will ever trump the hey guess what, you're part alien curveball, though the universe seems to want to keep on trying.) ]

Your old partner sounds like a hell of a woman. [ She's heard enough from Coulson and Simmons over the years to know that estimation is one hundred percent accurate, and then some.

Daisy watches him closely for a few moments longer, that grin doing its best to try convincing her to just go along with what he's saying, but in the end she just leans back, smiles, and shakes her head at him. ]

Look, we can continue this discussion tomorrow. I'm too tired to put up a proper fight — but not tired enough to give in just yet. Sorry, Danny Boy.

[ The epithet slips out easily, without thought really, and she finds she doesn't regret it. They barely know each other but he's showing such trust in her (trust that she doesn't believe she fully deserves), so it just feels... right, to treat him like she would one of her team. To a certain extent, anyway. ]