<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">She was fed up. With the situation, with Mikhali, with Pam. If Mikhali wasn’t twice her size, Jemma might have tried to slap him for getting into her face. There were also the repercussions that could come with striking out at such an angry loose cannon. After how he had not hesitated to put Karmen down, Jemma no longer trusted Mikhali’s judgment…but did that mean she couldn’t trust Joel’s as well? He had told Mikhali to do it. And even more conflicting was that she knew Mikhali was somewhat right. He had saved them all in the med bay when all hell had broken loose, so why was it different now? She knew though; she had liked Karmen. That didn’t make her any more or less important than the other people who had so far lost their lives since they’d arrived to the Cobalt.<br/>
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She was fully prepared to keep combating with Mikhali however, and was ready to spit a retort back at him, when Joel pushed between them. Jemma stepped back from him immediately, not wanting to touch him when she was so conflicted over everything happening. He made sense though, causing her puffed up attitude to deflate slightly. Brown eyes averted while she thought back to how scary Malko had been, but luckily Joel turned back to Mikhali before she had to respond to him.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Before she fully understood what was happening, the men were slamming into the wall of the elevator and Pam was screeching at them to stop it. Jemma sighed heavily, raising her face to ceiling as if the patience required to deal with their situation would rain down from the heavens upon her.  Mikhali’s voice was acidic, Pam’s was at a decibel that made Jemma want to throttle her, and all she could do was slowly shake her head and wish she had never agreed to go on the CENTAUR in the first place.<br/>
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It was the question of whether everything happening to them had happened to the crew that drew Jemma from her thoughts. She looked over at Joel thoughtfully, eyebrows starting to knit together while she considered what was likely exactly what happened to the original Cobalt crew. She had all that data to go through; perhaps there was a clue amongst it all. But she needed a computer to work from, which meant getting out of the elevator, which she had forgotten they were even in.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Jemma rolled her eyes at the idea that they were afraid to get the elevator moving for them. She didn’t think it was fear that kept them stationary, but their heightened emotions. She had completely forgotten they were even on an elevator, but she was the closest to the button panel, so she reached out and slapped one to get them all moving again. Jemma crossed her arms over her chest then, her expression still one of muted anger while her gaze jumped from person to person. “I’m going back to my room if I can get to it without anyone seeing me,” she announced, voice still dripping with her irritation and the need to get away from people named Mikhali and Pam who she was beginning to have very little patience for, “If I find anything in the files I took from that research lab, I’ll let you all know.”</span>