River arched a brow, as if trying to determine in his micro-expressions that this was some sort of joke. Didn't seem like it; she had been one of the few - if only - people who managed to get the drop on some of the rain folk. If this was a ruse, Coulson was being clever about it.

"That depends. You willing to get your arse handed to you?" She gave him a smug look as she stepped away from the punching bag.