In some ways, Jemma thought that she'd gotten away with something with the trip she'd taken to Asgard. Even though she hadn't really, she hadn't disclosed the destination because it hadn't been her employer's business... Clearly Mia was a fantastically terrible influence on the young scientist.
She'd picked up some test results from the lab and was taking a little used short cut when she saw that she wasn't the only one here. At this time of day the court was generally deserted. But there was Agent Coulson making a shot with the ball. It made it in the basket but Jemma held up her papers to shield herself as the ball came bouncing towards her and nearly hit her in the head. "Alright," she sighed. "Next time, no shortcut..." It was said more to herself than to him. Lowering the papers she waved weakly. "Afternoon, Sir."