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" — no one wants to eat next to the remnants of a cat liver!" Fitz's voice resounds through the lab. It echoes across the pristine spots. "I know I bloody promised not to bloody well bring it up again, but have you seen the mess, yeah?" He motions dramatically towards the table in the break room designated as the one eating table, and only stops his ranting to perk up from the grease-stained table.
His goggled eyes peer towards the door. "Jemma?" his nose wrinkles and he pads into the lab proper, "Jemma…?" His eyebrows draw together and the silence is almost deafening. A frown tugs at the edges of his lips. "Agent Simmons?" he hears a rattle from the other side of the lab. It catches his attention and he trails towards it. He reaches for a nearby piece of scrap metal — a makeshift weapon — and he lifts it in the air. But he jumps when Sleepy buzzes and whirrs. "I should turn you to scrap…" he mutters. Before once again calling, "Jemma?" Evidently Simmons disappeared mid-conversation. Or he just assumed she was around and she wasn't. Really, either is possible. He sighs.
*
It would seem Agent Bobbi Morse had been spending more time in the lab than in the field as of late. Her last report to the Director had been, terse to say the least. Without a clear cut assignment as follow up, much less a partner, Bobbi returned to fiddling around in the lab. Or at least she had earlier. A lunch break, a workout in the weight room and and the blonde was stepping back into her lab coat and treading down the stairs.
As she caught sound of Fitz' calls, she turned away from her intended path to approach. "Everything alright, Fitz?" She asked, coming into the room he'd been in and peering around.
"I heard you calling for Simmons."
*
Yellow marching orders in hand, which was given to her at least two months ago, in which she decidedly broke the room to Director Carter's door in a slight hissy fit to avoid being subjected to testing. And then two weeks of vacation where she killed herself, came back, and now? Time ran out. She's broke. She needed money and a visit to the dentist. And the doctor. A proper doctor. Which is here in SHIELD.
So, without much ado, she storms into the lab, a nice chocolate bar within her bandaged hand, paper slammed down upon the table as she turns and gives a hop up upon the examination table, feet swinging and dangling as she angrily munches and stares off into space.
If he was talking to Simmons? Too bad! He's talking to her now.
"Needles." She starts off, pointing the candy bar at Fitz. "At one point I used to like them, not because they were going into me, but because they were going into something else. Like fabrics. Cotton, silk, polyester, people." She flops back upon the bed, kicking her feet up, leg crossed over the other and her foot begins to kick.
"Like, I figure if I ever, ever become some stupid alien thing then.. I'd hate needles. So I'm saying it now. I'm a stupid alien thing and I hate needles." And then there was Bobbi.
"I hate needles, Bobbi."
*
Most days, the lab is not the most likely place for Grant to be found. Firing range, sure. Reading up on records to prep for an upcoming operation. Today, though, he happened to be passing by nearby— and that edge in people's voices draws his attention. That's trouble, that is.
Ever try setting out a trail of honey in front of some ants? They don't just gather it up, they follow the trail to see if they can find more. Follow it anywhere.
"Not stupid, surely?" he offers, throwing something out to see what reaction it gets. "Stupid people usually don't know they are."
*
Leo's head turns at the sound of Bobbi's voice, and he perks again as his face scrunches into concerned lines. "I was taking to Jemma and she disappeared," he answers Bobbi with a vague frown. "Which, to be fair, I wasn't supposed — I mean, we agreed we would bring up — but if you look at the table you can see the line which it occupied, yeah?" His lips purse lightly as his hands shove into the pockets of his khakis.
Skye, however, earns a look of consternation as Fitz peers around the lab for Simmons. Somehow Jemma seems better equipped to deal with something related to needles. "…right." the hatred of needles and its declaration to Bobbi prompts Leo to proceed to call Simmons once again, this time in an act of sheer panic, "Jemma!" There are people in the lab. There are never people in the lab. "Jemma!"
It's useless and prompts a long inhalation of air. "Well. I'm not exactly," he waffles a hand uncertainly in front of himself, "I mean, I'm capable an dJemma and I took all the same classes, but she's more the bio type. I do engineering. And engineering things."
But just the same he's looking through drawers and finds a package of gloves before turning back towards Skye. "So. Uh. Needles?" His bed manner may need some work. But then, that was never his forte. And the DWARFs rarely need reassurance before work is done.
*
Bobbi blinked in surprise as Skye waltzed in and interupted her brief questions in regards to where Simmons was and then heaved a sigh as Fitz was inceasingly irritated. "Hey, hey, I majored in biology. I can help till you get the samples to Jemma, yeah?" She stepped forward, rolling up her sleeves as she glanced around the room and then back toward the fidgeting young woman.
A glance spared briefly in Grant's direction was dry and filled with minor humor. "Considering we just got through an alien invasion, so I would say that that isn't outside the realm of probablity." A grin, faint as it was. Then her gaze was drifting back to Skye and she patted the woman's knee comfortingly.
"It's okay, I hate needles too. Absolutely can't stand 'em. Which, given my field is a pain in the ass, but I promise to be a good vampire for your blood work."
*
There was a look of amusement as Skye sits right back up again, feet now dangling at a healthy swing as she takes another bite out of the chocolate bar that she had in her hand. "Unf. Neefles. Haafe fem!" She swallows hard, then waves the bar around. "You two.." Yep, Bobbi called it. There were times she actually did see Bobbi at work. It was a far cry from the Mockingbird that was in the field, it was something like magic. So there was a little bit of comfort there, even if the nerves of it all were slowly getting to Skye and Fitz alike. While she wanted to comfort him.. nah! This was torture for him! It was joy for Skye!
"Bloooood Fitz." Her hands wriggle in his direction. "Bloooooood!"
Though, the pat from Bobbi causes her to take a little calming grace in the situation. "I think they want more, mostly because of the invasion. Blood work. Aptitude testing. What I can do so it can be documented. If I'm a threat.." She knew the deal, and yet once Grant pops in, there was a little bit of a feeling of being exposed. She was sure he heard the entire ordeal. From the incident with the Trisk and possibly going -way- back. So there was no need to elaborate. "Stupid? Eh.. stupid people know they're stupid. Trust me. I know I'm stupid and I do stupid things. Knowing they're stupid. How do you wrap your head around that? You're stupid.. know you're stupid.. do stupid stuff.." It was like the circle of life.
*
Simmons arrives from SHIELD HQ.
*
Simmons has arrived.
*
Grant drums his fingertips lightly on, oh, that stretch of wall over there looks safe enough. Probably not load-bearing. Probably not superheated. "People do a lot of things," he muses, before his attention wanders back toward Fitz. "Disappeared? You mean literally disappeared, or 'she wandered off and I missed it', or what?" Their line of work, he has to actually seriously ask questions like that.
*
Fitz squints at Skye's delight and casts a sidelong glance to Bobbi. Something in his expression, the change in his pallor, and the glint in his eyes speaks volumes and openly declares how unimpressed he is at the prospect. Finally he offers a pair of cloves towards Bobbi. "Thanks Morse." Following this he begins to rifle through Simmons's drawers to find the needles. These are not things he uses often. As he does so, however, he leaves equipment atop the lab bench, and, at least once lifts up a screw driver, examines it with a small pull of his eyebrows, and then slips it into his pocket all while murmuring something softly to himself.
His lips twist to the side with at Grant's request for clarification. "She better not have completely disappeared. I was here talking to her and then she," he shrugs. "She probably went upstairs to get noodles. No reason to be overdramatic."
*
Bobbi rolls her eyes at Skye's teasing Fitz, but shrugs as she takes up the offered gloves and pulls them on. "It's always good for everyone, yourself included, if you know your limits. If something happens and you try to do more than you should.. well, I imagine it's like pulling a muscle. And it puts your team in danger. It's practical to know such things, Skye. You just happen to have a little more than the rest of us, and that's okay. Plenty of people out there that do." She smiled, and glanced back toward Fitz with a grateful look as he pulled out the needles. She stifled a shudder, if only just as she eyed them and moved to pluck one up.
"We're all still a little jumpy, it's understandable Fitz, espeically what you went through with Simmons." She murmured, comforting everyone in a circle it would seem. Then her gaze landed on Grant offered him a dry look.
"Jemma most likely went to get something to eat. Or you know, the bathroom." She added, and was moving about for cotton swaps and the alike.
"Skye, roll up your sleeve, yeah?"
*
"Knowing her, she probably wandered off." Skye mumbled. She watches after Fitz for a long moment, then glances towards Bobbi as she offers more words of encouragement. There was a glance down to her bandaged hand, and a little frown that crosses her face. She says nothing about it however, then slowly begins to roll up her sleeve, her feet still kicking but away from where Bobbi currently stands. "People.. she says.." She mutters to herself. Skye wasn't people, hell.. she was starting to feel like she was pinnochio. She wasn't even a real girl..
"I bet she went to get a sandwich.."
*
"Knowing who?" Simmons quickly pushes through the door to the lab. Her eyes scan the lab, noting the sudden visitors as well as Fitz's expression. Okay, there's no danger here, just lab invaders. She lets out a bit of a breath and then, smiles. "I'm right here, Fitz. There's no need to shout. I was just going to get some lunch for us." However, it seems as if she has returned empty handed, due to hearing the shout from her science partner and returning to the lab, worried.
Taking in the rest of the group, she notices the needles, the fact that her work bench is now messy and Skye rolling up her sleeve. "What exactly is going on here?"
*
"—" Grant starts, but whatever he was about to say is set aside when he hears Simmons's voice chime in. Okay, yes, not literally disappeared, then. Glancing around for a moment, he gestures around to the others in turn. "Hates needles. Hates needles. Hates animals." Okay, at least one of those is probably oversimplified. Probably.
*
Relief colours Leo's expression when Jemma returns to the lab. His cheeks puff out with exasperated relief. Complete relief. Utter relief. He motions towards Skye, "Needs blood work. Basically destroyed pieces of the Triskelion some months ago." His eyes turn downwards. He finally realizes he's wearing a pair of gloves that he rolls off into a ball of latex gloves.
The balled gloves are tossed into the garbage as he twists around to spy Simmons's hands. No lunch. He inhales a long breath and manages a vague smile. "This is more your domain, yeah, Agent Simmons?"
*
Bobbi glances back as Simmons arrives and she breaths a soft sigh of relief, she wouldn't have to suck it up and do the actual blood work this time. Yay!
"Hey, Simmons." She offered a two finger salute. "The Director wanted Skye checked out a while ago, for a comparative analysis and I think a general scan of her vitals, blood work, and assorted other tests. I can get the paper work down here if you want. All ready to go though." A pause as she offered Skye a sympathetic look.
"I can stay on hand to help get through the lab work though if you want. I'm not actively assigned anything else at the moment."
*
Ah shit. There's Simmons. The last time Skye was under her hand, Simmons snapped her nose back into place. Skye cried after that. Alone. In the bathroom. Out of earshot and view of any surveilence cameras. But this was all very amusing to watch, the lords and ladies of the lab were in full succession, Grants quick overview of the situation allows for a loud, snort filled laugh which actually -does- make Skye remember how that pop into her nose worked out.
Still, her arm was out for presentation, yet the other one snaps towards Grant in rapid succession. "Oh. I got something for you, we need to talk a little bit later."
*
"I'm not sure I can help with anyone's fear of animals, but with needles, I may be of some use." Simmons steps forward to pluck the needle away from Bobbi, who looks nervous about taking blood. "Yes, I'd be glad to be of assistance. Honestly, Fitz, I'm surprised you haven't brought up the time you almost fainted when I drew your blood for a project in school. He is certainly not the person one might want to be doing their bloodworm."
She gives both Bobbi and Skye a smile, trying to relax the other woman. It's easier to draw blood from someone who is not afraid. Gently, she ties a rubber band high on Skye's arm and then instructs the other woman to clench her fist. "That would be lovely, Agent Morse, thank you." Then, turning to Skye, she tries to hold her attention upward and not at the needle. "This will just be a prick on the count of three, alright?" She waits a moment and then counts, "1…2," and the needle immediately pricks the skin, finding the vein.
*
Grant shoots Skye another faint smile, keeping his expression carefully light. She can dwell on Weird and Doom just fine without his help, she demonstrated that earlier. And then she mentions another thing, or alludes to, anyway. "Oh? I'll be around. Should be."
*
Fitz casts Bobbi a smile. They both get out of needle duty. Feel the momentary camaraderie. His arms fold over his chest as he looks at Skye with vague scrutiny. His head cants to the side with some unspoken thought, but he doesn't dare grant even more words to whatever it is. Instead, his nose wrinkles at Simmons's mention of his fainting episode. "I really didn't want to do it," he replies with a shrug. "I know where my limits are, and I could've done it, but I didn't want to. And besides, I swear that time had to do with lack of lunch more than the blood!" The defence probably probably wouldn't hold.
Conveniently, however, he's not looking at the needle as Simmons does her work.
*
Well, since Jemma was here, Skye did have a little bit of business with her too. Hopefully the lab was spacious enough for her to speak quietly enough, but.. well.. She was laughing yet again. Poor Fitz! "I wish I was there to see that.." It was a good story, one that takes the focus off of the needle, and puts the focus upon Jemma as she begins to count down from.. "Ow.." It didn't hurt, but it was an expression of pain if it were to hurt, and discomfort..
Though now that the blood draw was under way, she leans in a little close, murmuring quietly. "I'm breaking my hands. Every time something happens and.. I don't know. My fingers and my thumbs wind up broken or.. something." Maybe it was something Jemma could look into?
But for now, her feet idly swing, as her attention soon strays towards Grant. "Good. I mean you should be around more. This whole loner thing does not suit you. Plus I'm actively trying to get you to promise to train me a little bit better. Can't happen with you always gone, being a loner, right? All alone. Lonerish. Solitudi-dude.. El mano el alone-o.."
*
"I think it was more than just low sugar levels, Fitz," Simmons teases her friend, unable to help herself. "You can admit that you don't like blood. Or needles. There's no shame of a fear of either."
Then, she turns her attention back to Skye with an apologetic smile: "3." After actually setting the needle to collect Skye's blood, Simmons keeps a firm hand to ensure the needle does not slip. As Skye leans forward to speak with her softly, the scientist glances upward to meet Skye's eyes as they talk. "Breaking your hands?" She matches the other woman's soft voice, glancing downward. That's worrying. "You mean when things happen?" The Triskelion, for example.
*
Oh, and here Grant thought he would get to talk shop for a bit. No such luck. He doesn't know enough about the Triskelion to offer anything new or useful there, and— "This 'whole loner thing' suits me just fine, thank you very much. I will train you, though. What I'm here for. Assuming this whole 'breaking your hands' here won't be a dealbreaker." He winces a bit right after the last word escapes his mouth.
*
"No one likes needles. And very few people actually like blood," Fitz offers in return with a vague shrug of his shoulders. He goes back to do something with the DWARFS and making adjustments.
*
Bobbi returned with files in hand as she made her way back into the room. "I've got a copy of the preliminary vitals, previous blood work and Skye's file in general." She offered, a thick file in hand as she returned and held it out toward Jemma. She had stepped out of the room when the needle had been in and use and returned just as quietly.
A smile flashed on her face as she glanced toward Skye. "Not so bad with Simmons right? She's better at it than I am."
*
A slow nod is given to Simmons. She lifts her hand, showing off the bandages so that she could start her cursory examination. "The.. things.." She states, drawing in a little bit of breath, then exhaling softly. "Yeah, when all of that stuff happens. I noticed it the last time I was here." Though, as Bobbi returns, she gives a slight nod of her head. "Well, don't sell yourself short Bobbi, though I never.. well, I guess I'd prefer you if I'm dead.. I wouldn't feel a thing.." Okay, that was horrible to say.
Save for Grant. Grant's foot in mouth causes her to wince, and with a slight shuffle aside, she slips from the table. "We're done here, right? I don't need to do anything else, right? I mean, I can come back to work and all. Right?" She looks at all of them, insistent. "Right?"
*
The vial filled with Skye's blood, Simmons takes out the needle from her arm and immediately disinfects it, putting a bit of cotton there and a bandage to quell further bleeding. Fitz's assertion that no one likes blood or needles is met with a bit of a smile. He has her there, but there are other things that need to be discussed at the moment. To Skye, her voice remains low as she says, "Come back later? I'll take a look. That's—" Whatever else she might say is cut off by Bobbi's return with the files.
Glancing upward with a look of surprise which she tries to cover with a smile, Simmons tells Bobbi, "You give yourself too little credit, Agent Morse. All you need is a little practice. Though, I'm sure Agent Johnson is glad to not have to be your practice." Taking the files from Bobbi, she bobs her head in thanks and slides them onto the table nearby. There's a bit of a wince at Skye's attempt at telling Bobbi she would rather have her work on Skye if she's dead. Attempting to salvage the situation, she adds, "I practiced quite a lot on cadavers before I moved to the living." It's not really helping is it?
Plucking the vial from the table, she starts to label it in whatever lab code she and Fitz uses until she hears Grant's assertion that he 'broke her hands'. That is met with a slow turn around from the scientist. "I'm sorry, did I hear you say that you broke Agent Johnson's hands?" She glances between the two of them.
*
Grant sighs, mouthing a silent 'sorry' to Skye. Yeah, he knows. Then, mercifully, Simmons cuts in with that misunderstanding, and he turns to correct her. "/I/ didn't break them, no," he explains. "It was when—" Well, he only got bits and pieces, so he pauses a moment to see if Skye will jump in with the rest.
*
Bobbi folds her arms with a dry look tugging at her expression as she glanced at Skye. "Oh c'mon, I'm not that bad. I've never killed anyone with a needle." A pause, "Okay, not when I wasn't trying. So that's besides the point." She was joking, wasn't she? She was smiling that wide grin that one had when they were trying to not laugh.
"A little practice? Eh, I'll do it in a pinch, but I'd rather not, all the same." She muttered.
Her gaze shifted toward Grant then, falling silent as she looked between him and Skye and back again. "Do you need me to beat him up? Cause I totally can. No offense, Grant." She winked and grinned in his direction.
*
It was a date! At least this was a date that Skye agreed to and wasn't pink-slipped and nearly threatened to be forcibly retired into attending..
But things take a drastic turn, and there was a little mild panic that set in, a panic of at least attempting to explain the situation as best as she could while saving Grant's ass in turn. Angry Simmons? -NOT- good. An offer from Bobbi? Even -MORE- worse.
"Uh.. wait.." She starts, her hands lifting. "I mean there -is- a chance that he -could- break my hands in training, I mean he's like one of the top Agents here and…" As she speaks, glass beakers begin to rattle, the table itself picking up in it's vibrations as the foundations within the room slowly begin to groan in protest. "..there could have been a time when he probably could have broken my leg because I did sneak out and go 'Boo' but.."
She shakes her head quickly. "No no, nothing like that. Grant didn't hurt me at all! I mean, we really didn't even start training yet and I do have to say, I'm pretty sure I could get the best of him pretty quick. Who would break a hand anyways, you have to be a real right jerk to break someones hand during a training session. I could see a nose, maybe a tooth or something but a hand? That's some pretty deliberate malicious shit right there, right? Besides, this happened when I was at home. I.. think I had a nightmare.."
*
Grant's explanation is met with a skeptical raised eyebrow. "Uh huh," Simmons says, tone immediately denoting how much she believes that. A glance is then given to Bobbi, the skepticism moving more to a smile as she mutters. "That's fine. It was just an offer, if you'd like the help. I'd be glad to be there with you…as long as you show me how to injure someone with a needle, too." That might be a surprising request, but she makes it with a very determined expression on her face.
As Skye attempts to explain and the beakers start to rattle, Simmons straightens. Slowly, she looks this way and that at what is happening about them. A hand reaches out to steady herself on the table next to them, the vial of blood still held in the palm of her hand. "Skye, I believe you," she says, trying to remain calm and - more than that - get the other woman to calm down. "And no one's going to break your bones, okay? Not even in training."
*
If Grant didn't know better, he might think a pattern was emerging here. Mark your calendars for Beat Up Grant Day! Sign up now and reserve your discounted t-shirt. He shoots Bobbi a sidelong glance, fingers drumming lightly against the wall behind him once again. "Maybe I should go," he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else. Then, a little louder to Skye: "I'll get in touch with you later, pick up that file you mentioned?"
*
Bobbi flashed Grant a grin, she was joking, right? The blonde agent always seemed to be. "Oh I have no problem sharing," She grinned, relaxed and at ease as she spoke to Simmons. "It's a trick I picked up over in Germany, actually." Her gaze dipping over Grant with a flirtatious arch of her eyebrow.
At least until the room started to quiver and quake. Her brows shooting upwards as she quickly put two and two together, Skye's rambling words and then the sharp trembling of the beakers. She was at the other woman's side opposite of Simmons. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I was joking, mostly. I didn't think he was breaking your bones. It's okay.."
*
It was a slow fade, Skye had to consciously make an effort to shut herself down, all the while taking those few steps back to gain a little bit of distance in between the lot of them, and placing her closer to the door. She says nothing until everything calms, her eyes darting left and right, her head nodding quickly towards the lot of them in agreement to all of their words without a solitary expression that'd make her departure slower.
"Uh.. you stay Grant.. I gotta go.. do.. stuff. Clean my locker. Dusty." Fingers upon her good hand snaps, and she's nervously finger-gunning each of them, her bottom lip trembling as her eyes nearly burn with the fact that she just may burst into tears at any moment. She could even hear Peggy now, 'Show that stiff upper lip!' Or.. something in the sorts of don't be such a big cry-baby or if a teardrop falls on my floor your fired..
"Oh right, Latrines too.. lemme go.." And with that, she dashes out of the room, leaving her half-eaten chocolate bar on the exam table. Cause she be awesome!
*
On the other side of the lab, something buzzes and whirrs and Fitz shakes his head slowly. "No no no, that's not possible," he murmurs as he baps the side of the DWARF. "The readouts make no sense." His lips purse and he flips the machine upside down to begin pulling it apart one piece at a time. "Jemma," he calls quietly, "I'm getting strange printouts from Doc. The reading makes no effable sense. Not at all — sent him to the Park last night to do some scans just to see if the modifications were working, and it's all bollocks. I think we should consider back-tracking and changing the entire barometer inside the dwarves — "
*
It seems as if Fitz is about to get his wish, as both Grant and Skye attempt to vacate the premises in record timing. While she would generally accept Bobbi's offer to help her learn to injure people with needles, at the moment she is a little busy attempting to figure out how to calm Skye and how to stop the room from shaking.
As the beakers stop shaking and the lab returns to its pre-shaken state, she tries to catch Skye before she runs, but it's too late. "Skyewait!" Sighing, she puts the vial of blood in a rack as Fitz comes back. Simmons raises an eyebrow at him. "I'm not quite sure the readings are bullocks so much as they are correct, but still may not make much sense."
Glancing at those who remain, she has an expression that reads, 'Did that really just happen?'
*
Record? Nah. Skye was going for the record, Grant was just trying to get a foot on the racetrack. And it's still not too later for that, the way he sees it. "…maybe we should give them some time?" he suggests, glancing from Bobbi to Simmons and Fitz and back again. He doesn't even bother trying to talk Skye out of fleeing.
*
Bobbi exhaled a heavy sigh as Skye dashed out, and chaos reigned for a moment or two. She knew better than to chase after the young woman, if she was upset getting tracked down wouldn't help. A glance was spared toward Fitz, and then Simmons, blue eyes sliding back toward Grant with a slight smile. A shrug followed and she tucked her hair back behind an ear.
"Yeah, that's likely a good idea. Want to spar?" She arched a brow, rolling her shoulders back as she made her way to the door.
"I don't have anything active going on, so I need to keep in shape.."
*
Fitz actually shrugs at Simmons's expression. "Bullocks," he says evenly as if to affirm his first assessment. Although he has experienced the shaking before. In a very different context. Where he had to knock her out. He chews on his bottom lip. "Maybe," there's a long pause that follows, "we should discuss some of these readings. At another time? Possible?" Meaningfully, his eyes seem to follow the retreating Skye, remaining firmly honed in to the doorway.
*
While Simmons attempts to verbally stop Skye, she makes no physical move after her. Instead, she continues to glance about. Grant mentions that time should be given and she nods in response. "Perhaps that's best." After a moment, "I'll find you about that needle thing, yeah?" She calls out as Bobbi starts to make her way out of the lab.
To Fitz, she frowns and nods her head. "Of course we'll talk about it," she tells him confused. Then, though, his eyes move toward where Skye left. The light clicks on. "Oh! Yes. Of course. Later later. As in not now." Simmons is really not good at subterfuge. "Yes. That sounds…good. Possible. More than possible." Stop talking Simmons. "..Certain, even. We should do that," she ends lamely.
*
Oddly, Simmons' outburst seems to get Grant to relax a bit, if anything. He doesn't have a monopoly on the awkward today. For a moment, he glances toward the equipment that Skye shook up earlier— but nope, not his department. Besides, he's got a Bobbi to flirt with. /Spar/. Spar with. "Works for me," he says, moving to follow her back outside. "Just try not to leave me with too many bruises? I /am/ the weakest guy around here in a fist fight."