Not SHIELD. She can't think of anyone she knows with hair like that, with eyes like that.

But she knows him. She knows his voice. If she could get him to say something else, to say something familiar...

Or if she could get the damn mask off –

Sharon jerks her head away from him, trying to get him to lean forward and a little off-balance, then bends her name and rolls her hips up, aiming for his jaw, trying to knock the mask loose.