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daisy johnson (neverfit) wrote in wariscoming,

If Skye's hands had been free, she might have smacked him for his comments on her assumed musical tastes, even if he really wasn't far off. As it was, she glared at him a little, playfully. "Oh, no, you have no mocking rights here," she teased him. "Not with what you like listening to. I'm embarrassed for you just thinking about it."

The shaking ground was calming now, evidence his tactics were working, even if she didn't have complete control, yet. She couldn't let go, she couldn't relax yet. Not when the tremors could come back harder again. Not when Fits or Simmons could come back any minute

Skye studied him in silence for a moment. No matter his reasons, he'd risked his life coming in here to help her and he had helped her. It didn't change everything, it couldn't risk everything he'd done, but she was grateful.

"Thank you," she said after a quiet moment. She didn't offer any other explanation than that and she didn't think she needed to.