Fitz walked in as soon as he heard Skye respond, shutting the door behind him. He gave Skye a small smile and a nod, walking over to where Skye said the alka-seltzer was, getting himself a glass of water to go with it. “Thanks, Skye,” he responded gratefully, sitting down on the edge of her bed after. He didn’t really get headaches or drink that often, so he never stocked up on that stuff. “Ehhm… you been having a good day?”
“Yeah, great. Strenuous exercise while Ward stares you down with his cold, lifeless, ever-judging eyes is always a highlight.” She set the laptop aside with a slight grunt, turning her attention to Fitz. “I’d ask about yours, but we already know what went down there. So, I guess, my question is - help, do you require, young grasshopper?” Yoda impression. Smooth.