She was glad to have Skye as a friend, found a way to make her feel quite well even now that she felt so bad about hersef. Simmons simply nodded as a smile begin to form on her lips. “And you’ll always have me, Skye, that’s for sure.” As the acid topic was brought back to light, even if it was just a comment, it made her wonder what it really was for as she perked her eyebrows. “Breaking British? That’s a nice reference, but really, why are we making acid here?” Knowing it was probably better not to know the answer to her question, Jemma shook her head and grinned down at the floor before looking up back to her friend. “Wish I could, but it’s called a secret mission for a reason.”
A grin fleetingly lit up Skye’s features at the affectionate reply she received from the scientist, though it didn’t translate to her voice when she was forced to recall, one of the many unfortunate times that night, what a colossal pain in the ass her colleague was. In many ways, including one completely unsafe for work (much like Jonathan himself). “Because I’d rather not drag a body through the woods at 3 am. Ward has really been working me. It’s a miracle I still have function in my arms.”
She groaned in slight exasperation once she heard the s-word. “Not this again. I’m convinced ‘secret mission’ is just code for ‘I’ve been doing incredibly boring shit, but since SHIELD needs to maintain it’s Men In Black thing we need to make it sound cool’. Tell me I’m wrong. I dare you.”
