A little good news amongst all the bad was more than uplifting for Jemma. If they could at least get the CENTAUR running well enough for some of the crew to leave, Jemma considered it a win. All they really needed was enough space between them and the Cobalt to send out a distress call. Then surely others would come to help? Maybe the Federation would have some means to combat whatever was overpowering people on the wayward station. It was that hope Jemma focused on to ignore the overall tension amongst all the friends. Still, her lips pursed together while she pondered the ethics behind leaving part of the crew behind if it was what needed to happen. Could they do it? Leave behind other lives in hopes to save them later? The mob of people who had attacked them in the med bay came to mind next and Jemma had to shake away the thought of how they could be the ones left.<br/><br/>“Let’s see what we can find in all this data,” she suggested, taking a step to the left where the nearby hallway would lead them toward her office, her eyes jumping from Joel to the rest of their group, “Maybe there’s something in here that can help us figure out what to do about the Cobalt. Then we can make a plan from there.”<br/><br/>Once they were parted from the rest of the group and headed toward her office nearby the far smaller med bay on the CENTAUR, Jemma sighed heavily and pulled her hand from Joel’s so it could slide up his forearm and curl around the inside of his elbow. It brought her a bit closer while they walked and she leaned her cheek against his shoulder. “This is getting too crazy,” she admitted quietly, glancing up at him, “I’m starting to feel like the edges of my wits are becoming frayed. It kinda feels like eventually all of this chaos is going to get the best of all of us.” And she was taking it out on other people. Jemma knew she needed to get a grip quickly so she didn’t alienate those around her.<br/><br/>The CENTAUR was somewhat comforting though. Even though it was predominantly empty save for the people they had just parted from, it did not have the same creepy, abandoned feel that the Cobalt had had since they first set foot on the station. She supposed it was because they had spent more time on the CENTAUR, but Jemma did find it a little more reassuring to be on the CENTAUR than the Cobalt. Even walking through the little hallway that led to the doctors’ private offices just outside the med bay improved her mood slightly. Having her office door slide open and reveal the space inside was just a little taste of normalcy that helped ground her.<br/><br/>“Are you going to crunch those numbers while I look through this?” She asked after removing her hold on Joel and starting toward her desk. The room was just as it had been when they’d last been in it together, quiet and neat. She hadn’t had time to pack up any of her personal belongings before everyone had been ordered onto the Cobalt after all. Jemma took a seat behind her desk and with a pleased little smile that something familiar was temporarily back in her life, she ran a hand across the top of the desk to wake the computer before her gaze drifted back to her companion.