Phil's knuckles turned a pinkish shade of white as he gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. His eyes flicked over to her--the early morning sunlight on her hair, the gentle curl of her lips. "Ah. Well, I guess in that case, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't... interested."

He sighed. "This is an incredibly unprofessional conversation to be having in a SHIELD vehicle." He pulled onto the off-ramp, leaving the US-9 behind as they entered New York.