"You said she was coming."

"She said she'll try." Coulson answers patiently, removing the oven mitts. "Skye, there's something -

The doorbell has her sprinting for the door, tearing it open. "May!" Skye hugs her, missing the way the woman flinches slightly. May pries her arms off, squeezing the girl's fingers. "Hello, Skye."

"I've missed you. And I have so much to tell you. Where's Dr Drew?" She asks, scanning the driveway. Just Ward's truck and May's nondescript black sedan.

"It's just me."

"The good doctor had an emergency? It's cool. Ward's home too. Dad's making a roast – he found the recipe online. 4 stars."

"Skye!" Coulson enters the foyer, decked in the Captain America apron. "Set the table."

She groans. "Fine."

May murmurs a thanks as Coulson leads them into the living room, to the seats furthest from the kitchen.

"You know a watched roast doesn't –"

"Roast?" Ward supplies. "Salad's done."

"Ward."

"It's on the table."

"Ward."

He reluctantly peels his eyes from the oven, if the roast burnt, he was blaming it on Skye. She stands by the door, salad bowl hugged to her chest as she peeks through the crack. "What's going on?"

He moves to join her, seeing Coulson and May by the window, their backs turned. Skye couldn't get a read and she was getting really good with reading lips.

"Bahrain." He answers, resuming his watch.

"What's Bahrain?"

"It's a country, in the Middle East."

"I know that. What happened?"

Ward motions for her to come closer, lowering his voice. "It was twenty guys. Trained assassins. May took them out with a pistol and no support."

"She rescued a bunch of agents?"

He shrugs. "They call her the 'Cavalry' at the Academy."

"Then why isn't May – why is she acting – different? Shouldn't she be glad, I mean she saved them? And a one-woman cavalry against twenty. That's impressive."

"I don't think she cares about recognition and all that. Just going in there and getting the job done."