[ For a moment, she wonders if the blame means 33's going to go after Coulson. Skye bristles in her spot, closing one hand into a fist. Her glass could be a weapon, if she played her cards right. But she doesn't grab it, and she's glad for that call a moment later when Kara notes that it freed her.
There's no masking Skye's sigh of relief. Her fist unclenches, and she sits back in her chair. ]
Why? [ She shakes her head, unable to parse the rationale there. ]
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There's no masking Skye's sigh of relief. Her fist unclenches, and she sits back in her chair. ]
Why? [ She shakes her head, unable to parse the rationale there. ]