Jemma was rubbing her temple as one of her old subordinates explained why there had been a problem at the hotel bar. "So we did distract her to make a copy of the keys, but then she just... didn't leave when she was supposed to. We couldn't get into her room with her having the door within sight." "You got to be kidding me... I wasn't even here to work..." She had wanted to show Ray a nicer time, and yet there they were. Though at least she had had the time to hug Daisy with this little visit. "She just kept talking to Palmer. So now I'm thinking that if one of us goes back with him-" "Wait, wait, wait, what? You sent Ray to a spy mission?!" "Just to talk to the lady, there was no danger-" "You idiot! Of course she wouldn't leave if he was chatting her up! Look at him!" Jemma exclaimed in exasperation, lifting a hand to point it at Ray's face, who was standing there with them, "He's the most gorgeous man on the planet! They'd have to set me on fire to make me leave! Damn it, Marshall!" "I'm sorry! I didn't think of that!" Jemma groaned, rubbing now her eyes - obviously they had to go back. They knew Ray's face, maybe she could use it and make him chat the woman up again, make her go out with him? For some reason, she didn't like that plan, though. She had to think of something better.

“I can’t just go stabbing people between their ribs!” She exclaimed, though it was not her most clever response. Not to mention she’d never killed anyone. Defended herself-sure. She knew some hand to hand combat, meant to disarm and delay. But ending lives in her business was a good way to get terminated-and possibly unexist someone you know.

“I only wish to speak,” she announced, scrutinizing the other with unblinking attention. “Are you the one the villagers hired to slay the forktail?”

“So about Tilly,” how far he’d come from the token grumpy engineer who wanted nothing to do with anyone, save for Hugh, to... well. Who he was now. He wasn’t sure if he’d really changed for the better or not. “Keep an eye on her? She’s going to be an amazing captain one day, but she’s still very young and she needs... someone to look out for her.”

"Don't shoot him anywhere, no matter what!" she ordered through her earbug, running as fast she could. She could hear in Ray's voice that the attempt to talk the enemy down wasn't working - of course not, when did it ever? - and Jemma couldn't let Ray shoulder what needed to happen. Even if Ray aimed for a leg, he'd still be doing something that he wasn't meant to do. And it could be useless, they had to make sure that bastard wouldn't be able to communicate the password to anyone else before she took care of the bomb, not to mention that the gunshot would attract more people there and more shooting might be needed. So Jemma ran, and when she got into the room, it was in the middle of a 'I know you won't shoot me, I'm unarmed and you are clearly not that guy' speech. She grabbed the gun from Ray's hand and fired two shots to his chest, not even slowing down as she ran to the console and started typing to make sure no one would be able to blow anything up. Maybe launch it into space. "You open the garage door! Now!"

Jemma did get cold easily, but she was about to move so why not protect Ray from the snow, since he was also not in the best outfit for it. She lifted a finger to make him wait, seeing the enemy squad arrive and running to them. Took her about a minute to take them down, and all the jumping and punching had warmed her up. "Sara, all clear," she spoke to the comms, returning to Ray. Then she thought about what he had said 'we can share a coat', gave him a look, and made a quick call, going right into his arms - face bumping into his chest, and slipping her arms under the coat and under his jacket to hug him. She started giggling, obviously, and tilted her head back to give him a mischievous smile.