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[protect_and_survey]

It's very early morning at SHIELD headquarters - or very late, depending, and for Jemma Simmons it's a little bit of both. She did doze off while the spectrometer was running the latest sample, but she hasn't actually gone home yet, so she's breaking out the 'end-of-the-world' coffee brew. Fitz is still down in the lab, half-buried under a slew of schematics and wiring.

Early morning light filters through the cafeteria windows, and Jemma scrubs at her face, wondering if there's time to catch a quick shower downstairs in the gym.

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[protect_and_survey]

"Oh, no, I mean, there was one already, sort of, the demonstration for my first-year class before the required physical training." The sort of utterly lying 'and you too can be this deadly' that only the truly stupid and soon-washed-out actually believed.

Leo had mooned for days.

She'd been more subtle. Sorta. Kind-of. Shut up.

"But they worked? I thought that adding a lamba-receptor agonist would speed up the process but there was always the danger of making it too easy to overdose and that'd just be completely useless as a capturing agent and there was some debate of going with a disassociative instead but those are always so unpredictable in clinical studies from subject to subject..."

And no one will let her dart people from her lab space. It's tragic.

[redintheledger]

"Far too unpredictable," she says in the tones of one who has lived through a couple (or...several. Or more then several. Over six, anyway) decades of tech advances and wild ideas cooked up in labs.

"The antidote leads to a bit longer than expected recovery time, if you were still tweaking."

It always pays to be polite to the people who dream up the poisons.

[protect_and_survey]

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."