She shrugs as she picks up the menu, grateful for something to look at that's not him. She always feels awkward during this conversation - talking about TRIDENT, about why she even cares. Barton knows, but that doesn't make her feel that much better.

"Lots of TRIDENT there. Not a lot of people who care enough to do anything about them. Or volunteers to go to Madripoor to deal with it." A pause, and another shrug, trying to seem entirely disaffected by it. She just comes off as an awkward teenager, really. "And maybe I have some issues to work out."