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“Good to know,” Max said with an amused little smile. She took a slow sip of her coffee, watching Lindsey all the while. She’d already made mental note of the file, and once it was shut, her dark eyes darted back up to Lindsey’s face. Her smile twisted into a smirk. “Nor will I ever,” she chuckled, more so referencing the running. “And not just because I’m too stubborn to. Unofficial agent, remember?” Which wasn’t even the technical term – technically, she was a consultant. But then, technically, she was also only staying here because ‘it was safe’ … which was a whole other bucket of worms. She nodded toward the file then; “Say anything interesting, at least?”
“ well , now i feel like i should be THANKFUL they gave me something to do . ”‘ unofficial ’ doesn’t apply to her as much as ‘ in training ’ does , yet she still empathises with max . the feeling of constantly being surrounded by red tape & classifications // untrusted yet expected to GIVE FAITH . it’s tedious , but she’s making it ; and doing her homework is just part of the process . “ i WISH . there’s a part that’s probably more relevant than other parts - - i don’t get to know unless they think i’ll be USEFUL . ” she’d like to think it was a 50 / 50 chance , but even that would be overestimating it .
Max sat herself down beside Lindsey without so much as an introduction, one hand wrapped tight around a paper cup filled with coffee. “How’s it you’re one of the few people not running around like a beheaded chicken right now?” she asked in a tone nothing short of conversational, her body twisted to face the blonde, dark eyes watching her with a deceptively sweet expression.
Whatever was happening on the Playground was causing a good bulk of the agents to rush around more than usual. Max would’ve taken a peep into some passerby’s head, but a migraine was coming on, and the last thing she wanted to do was traipse about in someone else’s maze of thoughts while that was happening. Her first guess would’ve been something to do with Inhumans. Maybe the Watchdogs. Either way, Lindsey wasn’t running, so … here Max was.
file held in anxious hands , eyes dart up to the other woman . she’d already been given her ORDERS , & as much as she didn’t like them , she was trying to prove herself worthy // useful. though , she’d admit , the commotion that surrounded her made it extremely difficult for her mind to FOCUS on the words in front of her . she’ll take whatever chance she gets to give her mind a break from that goddamn file. “ i got my orders , & they don’t involve acting like a beheaded chicken . ” a small chuckle is given , hands closing the file , holding it loosely in her hands . it was SOMEHOW relevant to the situation at hand , but so far , lindsey couldn’t figure out HOW . ( the downsides of not being an official agent far outweighed the upsides . ) if she was needed she’d be briefed on flight , but until then , she was stuck with reading homework. “ what about YOU ? you’re not running like a headless chicken . ”
she’s right. jemma knows she’s right. but it does nothing to change the fact that she doesn’t want anyone else to know, doesn’t want anyone else to worry. but all the same she hears it in the other woman’s voice, and the young biochemist deflates ever so slightly. a quiet sigh escapes her, punctuated by a soft gasp of pain as she moves a bit too quickly.
“ …i know. ”
“ i used to be a doctor , you know . ” small smile paired with the gift of slight lightheartedness . it’s her OFFER , her hand being held out , her open arms . she truly wants jemma to heal and to be supported while she does so . still , the words ‘ used to be ’ sting her slightly after she’s spoken ; it’s clear that her quick tongue doubts the qualifications her mind has been granted .
