protect_and_survey | (no subject)

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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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."