Jemma looked at the man accross from her, eyes briefly meeting his. He wasn't pretending to be the Ward she knew. But, she still had no way if knowing that this was also just another front. Another facade.
She sighed. "Romanoff. And, I know you're not. But, what I need to tell you might change your mind about that. And, they were worried." She shook her head sadly. "None of us trust you, or even really know you. So, you can't blame us for being cautious."
She sipped her tea nervously, before continuing. "And, they both offered to do this instead. But, I knew it should be me really. If you really do care like you claim, you'd at least think twice before trying to kill me again. Especially without orders."