Jemma offered Bobbi a small smile but it faded when her commanding officer offered her the basketball. Her eyes moved from the spherical piece of sports equipment to the pile of papers in her hand. "A break, sir?"
She let out a chuckle at the mental image of Coulson in heels, but stiffled it behind her hand. "I suppose I could... but I'm hardly dressed for it." She did have a spare set of clothes in her locker. She paused for a moment before putting the papers down on a bench not far away and starting to examine the ball as she took it, trying to figure out the math needed for a perfect shot. Sports of course weren't generally her thing.