“Director of what?” he finds himself asking almost immediately. “And do you mind? I’m in the middle of changing here.
“It’s never just a question, there’s always a reason to want to know an answer to something. Always.”
“Of S.H.I.E.L.D.” As if it’s obvious. Summers should know at least the basics of the organization, unless he’s fucking with her, in which case–
A frustrated sigh, but Hill deigns him with a dignified quarter-turn. “You just took off your shirt.” Silence, arms folded across her chest. There are a few beats until she answers him.
“Maybe it’s less about the question and more about the answer you’d give me.”