The agent pulls herself up the handholds on the side of her Avenger's cockpit, and stops, peering at the medal dangling from one of the bars. Examining the serpentine trinket, she lets out a sigh, and yanks it free of the red strand holding it in place, before climbing into her seat, and preparing for departure. "Real funny, Cobra." She mutters, looking over the medal briefly, before stowing it away in a random compartment, trying not to wonder if it's a mark for death or a sign of friendship. She'd really rather neither.
The Avenger shudders as the gravlocks come loose, and the agent is pulled back in her seat slightly as she takes off at twice the regulation velocity, earning her a scolding from hangar control as she returns to her duties.
