Re: FitzSimmons, open
"Because of why, Simmons. Because of why." He was going to be surly about that for a while. He was one wall away for crying out loud. Though really, when it came down to it, he wasn't so mad at Simmons as himself. How could he be that close and not be able to know she was in trouble and needed him?
Well, no more. They were out in the field, on a goose chase, most likely, but he was going to make the best of it and not let her get into trouble like that again. "All right... Let me let the dogs out. Then we'll see if anything is edible in the diner."
By dogs, Fitz meant the Golden Retrievers, disk like robots that would fly out and pull data on the general area. He opened the back of the SUV, opened the case and tapped at his tablet. Stepping to the side was all it took before the six discs whisked into the air and flew off into the blue.
"Yeesh. You can see for miles here..." He closed it up, locked the black SUV out of habit, and made his way to the diner. If nothing else, hopefully they had decent coffee. Proper tea was too much to hope for.
"Seat yourselves, huns," a woman said as she brushed past with them three plates and a coffee pot in her meaty hands. Fitz looked uncertainly to Jemma before going to a booth and setting the tablet down so they could both eye it. He was looking around at a few others in the diner as well. Farmers, definitely, a shop owner, and a table with four city kids crouched over a map, talking to each other quietly. "Ya need menus?" the lady asked as she swept by them again. Fitz saw her eyeball his upside coffee mug and flipped his rightside up so she could fill it, which she did automatically.