Trip stared at the files she’d just put on her desk. “Tell Coulson I’ll get right to it, then.” He turned to the first file - Adler, Shay - and started flipping through the pages, before tossing it aside and picking up Andrews, Eric. Class had been an excuse, anyway. Reading about how his coworkers and former classmates could by Hydra was a great way to spend an afternoon. “Thanks.”
Skye turned back to the door with a slight nod, but didn’t exit at that instant. She lingered, attention on the way his expression changed ever so slightly as he leafed through the files. Operations training, concealing not feeling. He was going to self destruct eventually, and yet something told her she wasn’t the person he could come to with it, not after what’d happened. She gave the frame a few light knocks to get Trip’s attention again, “Don’t think about it too much. It’s just a check. And, if you need me for whatever reason, I’ll be exactly where you’d expect me to be.” She closed the door behind her without giving herself the opportunity to hear the reply (in hindsight, she wasn’t certain it’d come), not going far, however, as she took a few hasty steps forward and just stopped dead in her tracks. What a mess.