The fall isn't terribly far, but Jemma wasn't set up for a drop. She hisses as she tries to stand, her right ankle twisting awkwardly underneath her weight.

You know, she could really do with seeing another SHIELD agent. Preferably one geared towards field work.

Aaaaanny time now.

That'd be brilliant.

She swears softly under her breath, trying to find her doused torch.