Jemma's eyes light up with an almost predatory glee - she's being offered raw data. This is so very amazing. The last paper towel is pitched into the nearby bin and she drags her pile of readouts over , flips the top one over to find a blank spot, and pulls one of the pens that had been holding her hair into a sort-of-functional-bun free.

"Longer than expected? What did they tell you was expected, and what did you experience, because they aren't telling us anything yet and it's all a bit ridiculous."