Phil's been wearing the same expressionless mask that he always wears. He can't afford to let it fall away and show everyone what he's feeling. The desperation at the loss of one of his best agents, someone he cares about more than he should. He's been Barton's handler for a long time and everyone knows he's the only person who knows how to handle the archer properly. He might be the only person in power Clint respects.

But in front of Tasha, he can feel the mask begin to slip and the worry begins to seep into his face. True he hadn't worked with her as long, but the three of them functioned well together. She and Barton were alike in many ways.

Phil has no lectures left in him. He knows he should sleep before hell breaks loose, he's tried and sleep never came. He rubs his eyes, looking at the mess and then to her.

"I'll deal with the Director." Though Phil is certain Fury will understand.