Skye quirked a questioning eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curling upward. “That a challenge? Will I find footage of you shooting yet another SHIELD agent and dragging their paralysed body somewhere?” The amused expression didn’t last long, however, no trace of it left when along came the topic change. Her gaze dropped onto her lap at Simmons’s question, brows furrowed as if in thought, hands already finicking with the edge of her blouse. Body language. Clear giveaway. “Without you? A travesty. I lasted twenty minutes.”