Fitz shot a look at Simmons “I’m willing to bet. I’ll be your assistant for a month if they don’t serve Sushis.” he smiled, a smiled that faded once he heard Maria Hill’s voice. Fitz cleared his throat, looking at the director’s eyes glued on her phone “Twitter addict ?” he said, cheerfully, looking at Simmons who was definitely not laughing. “So…It’s good that we have a few hours ahead of us. That way we can all get to know each other, right ?” again, he looked at Jemma and mouthed ‘help’
“Of course there will be sushi, but there will be other food as well.”
Jemma whacked Fitz in the shoulder and gave him a stare, praying to science that he wouldn’t ask for monkey at any point on this trip.
“Right. Or we could discuss if there is anything S.H.I.E.L.D. would like us to focus on while we’re at an event with the most influential scientific minds in the world.”
Gaze slips slow from the screen, glinting like the blade of a knife unsheathed. Assumption is a terrible thing, and Agent Fitz has stumbled into an entire, ichor-filled PIT of it. She can’t help but let slip the icy reply to his glib display.
“Emails detailing the state of the world’s security, actually.”
Maria shifts in her seat, gives her phone another look. Eyelids flutter, she tries to dial back the irritation ( at the situation, not particularly at her company ). “This IS still a business trip. I’d rather keep the personal details to a minimum. S.H.I.E.L.D. discussion, however, is still up for grabs. I was hoping, actually, that you could tell ME what your itineraries would be for the next few days..?”