"No wonder the rain folk had you beat," she said, stretching one arm across the other. "Attitude like that." Of course his attitude made sense - it was just Coulson being Coulson. Infuriating Coulson. Why was he so damned nice?

She rolled her head from side to side before taking up a prepared stance: knees bent, arms up slightly in front of her chest, hands in fists. Her feet were slightly arched, as if any minute she were about to pounce forward and strike. "Ladies first?" She asked, voice almost sugary sweet. She rocked her wrist in a 'come on' gesture to Coulson, giving him the first chance to strike. River Song was a woman, but she was no lady.