"Oh good, then I won't be the only one doing the touristy rubber-necking thing." She grins - sort of. She doesn't know it, but it's an expression Fitz would recognize as Simmons in her Fitz-managing mode, keeping a careful eye out while letting the day pass by normally.

She's also found a hair brush and is attacking her hair ruthlessly while digging for the hair pins she knows she has in this pack somewhere. Best to pin it up before it decides to become a frizzy wreak.