She sipped her wine, and watched him in the kitchen. She was a bit quieter than usual, spinning herself around slowly in the chair a couple times, staring down at the countertop, seemingly a little... not fully present, still a little trapped in her own thoughts, emotions, etc. It had been, after all, a kind of emotional day.<br/><br/>She took a few more sips of wine, and then poured herself another glass. Then it seemed she was thinking out loud. "Hmm... what if... what if I got to know Jemma better? Maybe she could see I'm no threat..."