Skye’s arm snaked around the girl’s shoulder to pull her closer. Biting back a comment about the person the acid was meant for, she decided to go for the empathetic, and, above all, reasonable approach instead, voice soft but firm. “It’s been a confusing few weeks for him, Jemma. But, his disgusting sexual awakening aside, no one can go through a complete change of personality in that amount of time. You’re still the same nerd, Fitz’s still the same nerd. The wifi always connects automatically as long as the password’s the same, no matter how long you’ve been away, and I happen to know he still uses monkeyz. With a z,” she remarked, a smile playing on her lips. “Now, what exactly is up with you two? Did you fight over a beaker or something?”