Simmons smiles fondly, giving Sam a look (a drunken one, at that) that said she wanted to believe that people could be that kind and good without worrying that they were Hydra agents behind the scenes. "Why can't people have genuinely good intentions?" she wonders, forlornly. "Instead of watching one of my dearest friends betray us by trying to murder us." She's distracted, as if seeing Ward in the distance.