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[Yeah, it really doesn't convince her. Still, Daisy doesn't exactly question it. Things are bound to still be awkward, right? Stepping into the room, Daisy looks around as if expecting Fitz to be here.

Turning around to face Jemma, Daisy smiled tightly and handed her the mug of tea first.]

Just figured maybe you'd want a snack. Not sure if I made your tea right. Sorry if it's kind of cold.

[God she is totally failing at this.]

Thank you. I'm sure it'll be fine.

[Except, just as Daisy predicted, it's tepid and far more milk than she normally takes. And the sugar. This would be just about enough sugar for Fitz, which made it too much for anyone else.

But Daisy had made it for her and brought it up.]

It's -- not too bad.

[Jemma is still a terrible liar, but when it's a white lie in the service of making someone feel better she will ride it until the wheels fall off.]

[Daisy cringes a little from the expression on Jemma's face after she took a sip.]

I don't really know how to make tea...

[That much was pretty damn obvious. But, hey look! Cookies! Daisy takes one for herself before holding the plate out to Jemma.]

You don't have to drink it if you don't like it.

It's the thought that counts.

[And it really is. The tea is gross but the thought was nice, and she appreciates it. She does take one of the biscuits, though.]

Sit?

Wow. That sounds like something a kid hears from their parents when they just gave them a crappy present.

[She's not really hurt by the comment though. Setting the plate down at her desk, Daisy awkwardly sits on the edge of the bed. Well, she made it in here. That's as far as she had planned out.]

You working on anything?

[Great conversation starter...]

[Maybe true, but she meant it! It was a nice thought.]

Ah...

[There are things she's brought in from the lab, kept in her room mostly for safety's sake.]

There's a simulation running on that computer -- [she points to the one set up on the desk] -- though that's mostly Fitz's project.

[Fitz. Daisy looked down briefly at the mention of his name. Well it had been all too easy for her to get him to hate her here. Which was probably for the best, honestly. Still hurt though.]

A simulation for what?

A multiverse theory, and moving between parallel worlds. [She pauses.] If we can understand how we might move between them we might understand how to move out of this one.

[It's a longshot, but it's not costing them anything to run a computer in the corner.]

Oh.

[It's not like she deserved to have any part in this, but it still bothered her a little that she wasn't in the loop of all of it.]

You need any help?

We're just letting it run. Nothing much to help with, I'm afraid.

[She... could make something up to do? Sorry. :x]

[She doesn't want a pity project, except she kind of does.]

Right. I'd just get in the way of you two geniuses.

[She laughs because ha-ha it's so funny how stupid she is.]

Oh, Daisy, that's not fair.

[She didn't say that and she wasn't even thinking it.]

The difficulty of astrophysics -- you're basically waiting for the computer to run the information.

[She should at least understand that a computer runs as fast as its parts will allow it -- which is why it's sitting in here, running, instead of on one of the lab computers where they do other things.]

Jemma. I was kidding.

[Except, well, she is dumb. At least in a science sense.]

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