Simmons had just left the lab, heading back to her room with a tiny little glass tube in her hand as she’d rather not leave it in the lab for anyone to find. Her mind was clearly anywhere but there as she walked a bit hurriedly, not even looking up from her feet. She was thinking about how much of a mess her life had turned into since she had arrived, fought with two of her friends, kissed her best friend, got called a bitch… it all sounded way too different to what she was used to, maybe after all Fitz had been right when he told her not to go into the field. A turn in a corner and bloody hell hold it tight. Jemma practically juggled with the tube for a moment before stepping backwards in order to hold tightly onto it and try not to spill a thing, but it was too late. She slowly looked up to face the girl she had bumped into, a small uncomfortable smirk on her lips as she noticed Skye’s face staring right back at her. “Well, aren’t you lucky? The acid took a liking for the floor instead of your skin!” The biochemist joked to try and lighten the fact she had almost spilled acid on her friend.

The ‘walk with eyes on your phone and hope someone else will be a responsible pedestrian’ tactic was not working. Skye’d realised it as soon as she found herself staring at Jemma, then hesitantly averting her eyes from the girl and to the liquid sizzling on the floor. She found it in herself to reply only moments later, blinking away the momentary confusion. “Oh, good, I don’t think I can survive another hole in me,” she said dryly, though her quirked eyebrow was clearly implying it was meant to be humorous. The ‘joke about getting shot to get over the night horrors’ tactic was, in fact, also not working. “I’m sorry I ran into you like this, Heisenberg. I’m also sorry for the night before. Just, sorry.”

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