He's pretty easy to like, all told. Something about the sarcastic humor and easy confidence, and maybe a lifetime of spywork making it easier to fold in alongside an innumerable people.

"Yeah? They ain't so bad, 'least where it matters." He says, though now he knows SHIELD was HYDRA, rotten through to the core. Still, his head tilts, bird like, a muted curiosity in the blue of his eyes. "Spectres?"

Not that he can't draw conclusions, plucked up from the conversation, from the way she moves and fights.