"I got soft," he admits. "I made friends here." Instead of saying, "Yes, you have" and moving on to dessert, Alex reframes it in the pussycattiest way possible: "Well, you know Morgan's scared of the team being broken up, too. And if you are transferred, which might not even happen, don't you think it'd be better to be nice to your friends than drive them away?" And that's how Colonel John Casey learned that manners are for everyday.
They put Alex back on the plot device shelf for next time she's needed, and more of this Greta shit happens and Grimes tries to stop them but they won't be stopped because they are playing pretend-spies and don't understand that she will chop them into little pieces that will never be found because she is real spies. And Morgan tries to warn them off from her threat, which just sounds like he's threatening them, and it's actually pretty funny: "They put a webcam in my locker, they bugged my price gun, the psychotic one follows me with a video camera narrating The Tracking And Hunt Of The Greta Marmot." She asks what they even mean, and better, Morgan's hilarious: "Which one do you think is the psychotic one?"
Anyway, if Jeffster keeps poking they'll compromise national security and put a CIA facility at risk, so now it's not just about her being robotic and scary but more about them actually getting too close, like in WarGames, which gives her even more grounds to destroy them utterly. But no, again Morgan's gotta do the fuckin' right thing, and stalls her one more time. "Trust me, they have the mental capacity of field mice!" Just let her kill them, Morgan. Dooooo it.
Switzerland: Rob Riggle's "magnifying the microdot," if ya know what I mean, while Chuck hashes and rehashes the whole Sarah Rock thing. Riggle points out that he's constantly screaming for Sarah whenever he's in trouble, which is fine -- "if you're a Nerd Herder" -- but that a real spy "handles his fear on his own."
For some reason Chuck goes, "Or her own," like getting nitpicking feminist isn't underscoring the entire point, which is this is all happening in Chuck's head and isn't about unreconstructed, always-at-issue gender role feelings, which always and will always be an issue for all human beings, but also the general self-image issues that we assign to gender that aren't really ever about gender:
"Are you a spy? Or are you a guy with a spy girlfriend?"
Spy, male or female, here signifies the image of an empowered person capable of extreme feats, self-protection, and most of all possibilities and a future. Letting somebody, anybody, come in and scoop it just because you're used to a safety net is equally as embarrassing for a woman or a man, because it means you're not ready for actual equality, which in a relationship means give and take, rather than protection.