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Daisy Johnson	All in all the mission had went just fine. At least for almost everyone. For Daisy it meant having taken a beatdown from that damn thug which had taken Daredevil's powers, of all people! Which had left a sour taste in her mouth, along with a bloody lip to boot. And those ribs still hurt.. .. But dutifully enough Daisy had come around to medical bay to be looked over and then given the okay to go back to duty. Beating on Nazis had been sated for a time but there was always room for more, along with potential for getting into the mastermind behind it all.. Yet right now she was busying herself by sitting down on one of the med bay beds, waiting for the docs to come by. Her eyes were down on her phone of course, she thumbing on it quietly.
Jemma Simmons	The door opens to the room, and in walks what looks like a medical doctor. After all, there is the familiar white coat, buttoned up, with protective paper booties upon what looks like sneakers, at least from the view Daisy has. There might be a spot of confusion, though...as it looks like the shoes are red canvas sneakers, the tops just barely visible over the paper protectors.     Then, it is the voice. Soft, pleasant, and positively British. "Well, hello there, Agent Johnson. So good of you to see you waiting patiently." Should Daisy look up, she will find a certain Jemma Simmons covering her mouth with the back of her hand, failing miserably to hide a smile. "Here I thought you would have avoided the medical wing like the plague. So good to see I was mistaken."
Daisy Johnson	"Heh, nice shoes doc." Daisy comments, still looking down, her attention taken between the arriving Doctor and her own phone. She did have important messages to send afterall! Though to be true she certainly did -not- enjoy being out in the hospital. Bad experiences with being shot and all that. But at least she hadn't went to TAHITI yet... That voice is unmistakable though, both in the positive and the blend with the British. Her gaze immediately shoots up in surprise at Jems. "You say that as if I can't sit around and be quiet for uh.., one hour or so, I think that's how long I have been here.." more like five minutes. But then she grins. "I was about to, but then I decided I didn't want to write a triple form on -why- I hadn't come to med bay after the mission." then she happening her arms to the side.., which makes her wince. "And honestly, think I need these looked over too. How are you doing, battle cleric?"
Jemma Simmons	There might be a rolling of the eyes at the casual use of the term 'battle cleric', but the smile remains, so Jemma is in good spirits. "I am well, thank you, Daisy." Reverting to the first name...a sure sign of familiarity with the biochemist. "And yes, well, I am well aware of your intolerance of waiting and bureaucracy, so I thought to take it upon myself to perform your examination." Not that Jemma herself didn't absolutely insist on it herself, with minor threats given if she was not allowed to check on her friend. No...Jemma would never do that.     In public, at least.     "I am not sure how I managed to gain that colourful appellation, but it does certainly sound better than Poppins, in my humble opinion. I most certainly do not sound like Mary Poppins." Jemma totally does...which makes it all the more amusing.
Daisy Johnson	The roll of the eyes is returned with an half-smirk out of Daisy. No complaints! So the codename was starting to stick. Soon enough there'd be no more Jemma, only the Cleric! But for now .... "Hey Jems!" she greeting the biochemist with that familiarity as well, the smirk now turning into a smile as apparently she won't be having a random doctor looking her over! "Yea.., no idea why someone would name you that." Poker face on, as if she was agreeing with Jemma. Secretly, she is perhaps pondering on changing the codename to Poppins. Decisions, decisions! "Mission went well enough though, just some minor injuries to agents. I wasn't expecting them to had gone with gauntlets." Insulting, considering she uses gauntlets to control her own powers! "And the packed a punch... Think they busted my ribs."
Jane Foster	When it comes to a battle cleric, there's another nascent one running around, though is she really a cleric if she is her own divinity? Let's not answer that immediately. Not like Jane will, anyway. Bog standard mortal there, perusing her notes as she slips into the laboratory with a variety of interesting readings gathered from a weekend operation that went messy enough to have several injured people with apparent life energy drains. Concerning, and therefore worthy of bringing to Jemma's attention. Something she probably would appreciate to have in her databases just in case it ever comes up again, living psychic vampires or terrestrial examples of energy transference. Mostly, it just bothers the brunette. The obvious signs of her presence are the bounce of her laptop bag and her shoes making noise on the ground. More than anything, she looks tired, burning the candle at both ends being a rather demanding state of affairs. What's a girl to do? Her breathless yawn is stifled before she comes in, so it just looks like she covers her mouth. The presence of others perks her right up like a flower getting a bit of water around the roots. "Good morning." A quick check confirms, yes, still morning. "How is everyone? I came to provide you with an appreciation for Rigel or latest notes. You're doing well, I hope?" Office chatter, yay!
Jemma Simmons	A smile is given to Jane as she makes her way into medbay as well. A nod is given to her from Jemma, again resorting to the familiarity of first names. "Hello, Jane." She then turns, nodding over towards Daisy. "I was just about to perform an examination on dear Daisy here and attend to her wound from our extended altercation with those super-powered neo-Nazis." An awfully long way to say that she was worried for Daisy...but, this is Jemma. It sorta what she does.     With that, she turns to Daisy, again trying to stifle a smile. "Yes. I certainly understand your frustration. Imagine if Fitz saw those gauntlet designs. He would have been positively besides himself."     Jemma busies herself, starting the examination with little fanfare. However, she does keep talking, pulling in Jane as well. "An appreciation for Rigel or latest notes? Why not both?"
Daisy Johnson	"Yes, he would..., and me without takeout to bribe him out of that..." Daisy says in jest, but then eventually lets out a sigh. It had been a dangerous enough mission for everyone. As the examination starts going on Daisy doesn't complain too much, at least not as much as she would as if it'd be any other doctor. Just minor grumbles. Very minor. But still there. "Hey, Jane." she then greets the other Doc when she makes her way in, lifting one hand up, sloooowly, to offer a brief wave. "And yes, those damn nazis are out, or at least that cell. I suppose there's nothing further yet on that bad guy that showed up in the end, is there?" this last part a question to Jemma. Then he focuses back on Jane. "An appreciation for Rigel?" she appears to be curious.
Jane Foster	"Rigel is a brilliant star, full of all sorts of vagaries and astronomical points of interest. I've been designing a program about it, Deneb and Altair and Vega in the Summer Triangle. Those three stars are rich with stories, but nothing that will ever be fascinating to SHIELD's work unless someone tries to steal a star." Unable to resist poking fun at her status in the organization and how uncanny an astrophysicist might be among biochemists, knights, and earthquaking hackers, she isn't bothered. She gives Jemma a friendly nod and puts her laptop down, then pulls out a pair of nitrile gloves as a precaution. "Oh dear. Did everything turn out there without too many injuries? I hope you haven't suffered too much, Daisy. You're in the best hands there." Affectionate and friendly as her tone is, it still contains a degree of concern. She leans against the counter and boots up the computer, waiting for the security protocol to chug along to a point she can start the data transfer. "Agent Whitman and I had another odd encounter, though not Nazis. I swear we ran into a high schooler, and it was absolutely a case of being over their heads. They dropped in a criminal stakeout and almost got themselves killed, the teenager and her friend. Partner? I don't know. It makes me wish they would leave these things to professionals or at least /adults/. Trained adults who won't lose their lives." Her mouth crumples into a worried line. "No more damned neo-Nazis is a good thing. I like not having to read through their hate speech looking for clues. Analysts have it the worst."
Jemma Simmons	Feather light, Jemma's fingers slide over Daisy's arms, as the physician chooses to use her own senses rather than the modern tech available to do a diagnosis. Even with the gloves upon her hands, the touch is almost not felt at all, as those brown eyes of the Briton remain focus upon the task at hand. Jemma adds her own auditory ambiance to the mix, a soft hmm here and there. But, no words until she is finished with the arms.     And then, even after she finishes with her inspection, Jemma doesn't speak initially. Instead, a tablet emerges from a labcoat pocket, while a hand is freed of a glove. Quick fingers tap on the screen, calculations recorded and added. It is only after that notation is taken that Jemma looks up to Jane. "Another odd encounter? A teenager wandering into a criminal stakeout? That certainly does not bode well..."
Daisy Johnson	"Teenagers..?" That makes Daisy raise an eyebrow, both in concern but also none-too-happy. "With all that's going on with the world everyone thinks they can put on a mask and be a hero. They don't care who they hurt in the process." a shake of her head. Sure she had been one of those in the past. Well, not the hero type, more the hacktivist type. But hacktivists can be heroes too..., on their vans, brandishing their keyboards. Daisy lifts her arms a bit as Jemma goes on with her exploration, she wincing at the movement of lifting them, she still somewhat tender over the ribs area, along with a few marks on her face. But at least nothing appears to be broken. "I hope noone was hurt?" This she asking of Jane, then glancing back to Jemma. "So, how many days do I have left, Doc?" she asks in jest, lifting her brows up at the biochemist.
Jane Foster	The restoration of Daisy to fighting fit won't happen in a moment, but it's enough for Jane to linger back and watch the work with a practiced eye. She doesn't need long to link into the SHIELD system and start transferring her reports. It's practically automatic by this point, and woven together with a definite skill and ease belying how much work those forms take to produce in triplicate for everyone's satisfaction. Still, she watches with interest as the examination continues, mostly to be sure onothing is entirely wrong. "We were on a stakeout for someone smuggling arms. Likely someone who came on their radar by accident, but they were coming in to attack him or threaten him for owning some kind of crystal. Whitman's report lists it out in detail, and it will be another for WAND's archives. Two people, one using powers of light and another manipulating darkness. They were in so far over their heads, they're lucky we could intercede. Or he could. We know my limitations." She grins briefly at that, not upset by it. "The girl was definitely young, probably seventeen to nineteen. I won't say immature, but definitely not up to the standards of breaking into a building to confront a seasoned businessman who happens to be two-timing us, by the sounds of it. The young man wasn't much older, but we tried to contain and bring them in. The injuries were all to the employees of the racket, and they were stabilized and sent to hospitals. I honestly don't know how to explain other than they lost their energy. It was sucked or sapped from them."
Jemma Simmons	There is a slight frown forming as Jemma listens to Jane's clarification...all the while continuing to examine Daisy. That frown disappears only once Jemma addresses Daisy, replaced with that practiced pleasant countenance that all good doctors seem to have developed as part of their bedside manner. "Well, from what I can tell, you have some bruising on your lower ribs, coupled with the facial contusions expected with taking a blow to the face. Apart from needing to learn to duck, I would expect that you have a long and fruitful life to look forward to."     With the joke aside, Jemma turns to Jane. "So...two superpowered teenagers then. And the only injured were the perpetrators? Drained of their energy? Were the teenagers the culprit of this draining, do you think?" Oh, it is possible that all that information is being transferred to SHIELD right now. But...Jemma knows, or at least suspects, that Jane has theories. And they have worked together enough for Jemma to trust Jane. They think alike.     Perhaps not to the level of the FitzSimmons gestalt, but, then again, there are few that are to that particular level.
Daisy Johnson	"Light and darkness..." Daisy muses on that for a time, considering the explanation from Jane. "I will look forward to the report. Those kids may need help too. Even if they seem out and looking for trouble so ..." give it to Daisy to always keep an eye out for the strays. But that's just how she is! The questions from Jemma receive a nod from Daisy. She was pondering the same thing. Damn psychic vampires! And then Jemma gives her verdict on what her overall condition is, she letting out an amused grin for a moment. "Everyone tells me that these days." about needing to learn to duck, that is! "I am trying though! And good that nothing is broken. I swear it feels as if a truck ran over me..." which considering how those guys were superpowered it could had been just that. "Don't suppose you got their numbers, did you?"
Jane Foster	"About what I managed to detect, they were a young man and a young woman. Feeds on the truck showed total darkness and then a total flash of light based on the powers they were using. She had the light and a finer degree of control. He appeared in a spill of shadow, dumping off employees in the dumpsters. I stabilized them, though had I not, they would have died from shock." Jane describes this with a bit more precision as she doesn't have to focus on pushing over the videos, the laptop taking care of it themselves. "Agent Whitman disabled the device that our target had, which was causing pain to the others who came for it. John and Jane Doe. We managed to talk to them and I hope they might be convinced to come out and at least have a good chat. Not the kind that scolds them, because look how old I was when I first met the Asgardians. But about what limits and safe practices are." She sounds a little guilty at describing in that way, her eyes turned down towards her keyboard. "They could have been truly hurt and in the hands of someone who wasn't inclined to treat them nicely. He wasn't prepared to worry about SHIELD showing up for illegal smuggling and trade he was doing while supposedly cooperating with us, he wasn't going to care about the risks run by supernaturally empowered kids, either. Though yes, one of them had that strange effect of sapping their life energy. I think it's a dimensional effect more than a straight transference. It was too quick for that. Though imagine draining at a touch, that's a hazard occupationally."
Jemma Simmons	A slow nod is given as Jemma contemplates the information. "So, perhaps it is unintentional. It would certainly be traumatic for a young mind to find that the merest of touches causes such an effect. Depending on the emotional mindset." The tablet is picked up again, as more notes are entered...this time, for Jane's reveal. "And I am sure teenagers are less than inclined to seek for help for something of that nature. An inherit distrust of authority. I...really do wish we can perhaps find a way to reach out to them."
Daisy Johnson	"So, how old were you when you first met the Asgardians? And what stories can you tell us about 'em?" Daisy promptly asks. Because gossip! Nothing like talking a bit about Gods. Not that she appreciates them much but ... But she is smiling when she asks that, even if eventually her expression does grow more serious about the description on what happened. And what -could- had happened if there had been no intervention. "They may not have a good grasp on their powers as of yet." Then a glance goes to Jemma when she mentions distrusting authority. She coughs into her hand. "Are you assuming everyone in this room has learned to trust authority?" her eyebrows shooting up a little. Once an hacktivist always an hacktivist!
Jane Foster	"The inherent distrust fails somewhat when you're rescued by the skin of your teeth and given a friendly introduction instead of a castigation. We could turn to most outside the department for that," Jane says. She waits for her laptop to go through its self-upload cycle, since anything else on there needs to be stuffed in a data warehouse somewhere. Since this process is slow, it doesn't bother her. She can sit back. "Twenty-four, as it happens," she answers Daisy's question. "They were somewhere around a thousand, thirteen hundred, collectively? Just a bit of an age difference there, as you might have guessed." There's no opportunity to smirk at that, for the brunette isn't much bothered by admitting that vast array of time slipping by. She is rather factual rather than gushing with interest. It's not like talk shows haven't chased her for insights. "I feel unfortunate for those two though. They were in over their heads and badly. I think they discovered something bigger than they could collectively chew, and it might have ended badly. If they want to be heroes, they need to be able to do it safely. Where they are not going to put themselves in harm's way to the point they become the victims of someone terrible." She blows out a little sigh and smiles. "Authority? You are the authority when it comes to hacking."
Jemma Simmons	There is a sideward glance towards Daisy as Jemma offers a slight smile. "Well, I never said to blindly trust authority, did I? Just that the teenaged years is a particularly trying time in attempting to convince to trust anyone outside of themselves." She chuckles softly as she reaches over to pat Daisy's head. "I am well aware of your trust issues, Agent Mulder." Ooo...dropping the X-Files reference. And Jemma smiles oh so sweetly when she does it.     Then back to Jane. "Well, it is likely a rather startling experience to suddenly have the ability to do something, but not the experience needed to how to do it correctly." Jemma sighs softly. "And, honestly, I doubt there is many places that specialize in giving potential vigilantes the proper education. Thank goodness for that."
Daisy Johnson	"The truth is out there, Scully..." Daisy manages a brief grumble, looking between Jemma and Jane then shaking her head a bit to herself. "Also, I hated the movie.." as an aside, because there are things which need to be said. Yet at those last words from Jems she nods slowly. She knew too well how that could be. Becoming a powered person, and not being able to control herself. "One more reason I would like to reach out to them." When Jane mentions she being an hacking authority she lets out a small laugh, forgetting a bit of her own memories. "For some reason authority and hacking just don't ..., mix together. But well, I suppose -that- is true." she then squinting her eyes. "Just need to downgrade Gothic Lols so she doesn't surpass me." a sagely nod. But then she is slipping out of the chair she had been sitting on to get up to her feet. "I will be on my way now, thanks for the talk and the checkup. Jems, can you sign up all the little forms and triplicates and all that? Or wait, you have already pre-filled the forms, haven't you?"
Jemma Simmons	The good Doctor Simmons offers a small knowing smile and taps her nose in response to Daisy. "Of course. It is really a small trifle. Also, we...might have an app for that." Authority or no...that sounds like Fitz and Simmons wrote up a little something to make their own write-ups easier.     Because of course they would have.     "You will find all the appropriate documentation has been passed along. You are free to leave whenever you wish, Daisy." Then, another smile. "We take payments in takeout, from the usual place. Whenever you feel the need to reciprocate."