Becker had been kicking himself, violently, ever since they arrived in that damned house. Back at home, he had never been a fan of Doctor Who, not for any particular reason, just that he never had time to keep up with any fictional media. Being deployed just had that effect. And while he had had much more time in Lawrence, between hunts and with the discovery of Netflix, to watch the show, the world, his lover was from just seemed invasive.
Now he was really wishing that he had forgone such damned proper manners.
He loathed feeling so unprepared. It was a new experience for him, and not one he was savouring in the slightest. Nevertheless, his skills were coming in handy, his discipline, his experiences in holding an area against a hostile foe.
So when Jemma had asked for someone to go and find Jesse, Becker had not hesitated. Besides, he liked the kid, she was sweet and kind and genuine, and that was an all too rare quality in people. He had gone to find her at a brisk jog, keeping his eyes open and scanning the area as he called her name, feeling an intense relief when he heard her call out in reply.
"Hey, it's me, Becker," he called out, rounding the corner and seeing her there, shifting his gun strap around his shoulder. As rattled as he was by the experience, and by what Jemma had said about what was happening to Jesse, he kept his tone completely calm.
"I'm going to need you to trust me, okay?" He put his hands on her shoulders, hoping to keep her focused. "Jemma says you need to keep your eyes closed, I swear to you, I will not leave you, I will keep talking the whole time, you won't be alone, Jesse, I promise. But I need you to keep your eyes closed. Jemma hasn't been wrong so far and I trust her on this. Can you do that for me?"