It took him a moment to actually see her proper. And even then, he just stared at her for another moment before starting towards her slowly. "Jemma?" Because he could tell something was wrong -- he'd always known her well, this was no different.
The only thing was, now he didn't know what was wrong. He didn't know what to do for her. And that was killing him -- but also wasn't going to stop him from trying.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Stupid question, Fitz. Stupid stupid question. But it was the only question he could think of to ask.