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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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"Yes?" She looks up from her almond-pile building, wide-eyed and just a little bit wild from a night of scientific exploration (seriously, the labs are like Disneyworld, just better). She knows that pulling an all-nighter probably wasn't the wisest move, but... given the chance to do it over, she probably would have stayed up anyway, and that knowledge lends contriteness to her expression.

Her face softens.

It's not that she's old, it's that everyone else is so damn young.

"Have a good morning."