Summer sighed faintly, mouth quirking, and showed him her own SHIELD ID card. How people thought she got into these spaces without being part of SHIELD, she didn’t know, but the doubt was always there. “Do I not look like I work for SHIELD or something?” she inquired rhetorically. “I just wondered if you had a few minutes to talk to me about what’s been going on with you lately.”
He wiped his hands on stray rag. “No’ really,” he told her honestly. She looked like a civilian if he’d ever seen one. But if she had the credentials, he supposed it wasn’t his place to question. “Ah…tha’ depends. Wha’ is it you think has been…going on with me?”
“It must be the hair. It’s the hair, isn’t it?” She pulled a strand in front of her face and crossed her eyes at it. “Maybe I’ll dye it.” Putting the ID away, she awarded Fitz a sceptical look. “The Bus? Agent Coulson’s new team?”