She exchanges a glance with Nat, then gets up and opens a mirror in one of the lockers, touching up Irma's perfect red lipstick and wiping away a smudge of eyeliner beneath one eye. "Okay," she says, closing the locker door and wishing she were able to arm herself better.

She reaches for the warm coat she'll be wearing and nods to Coulson to get himself ready, too, as Nat goes to set the Quinjet down. "Everybody know what they're doing? Time to go."