The first thing she does is grope herself. Though, If Jemma asks, it was panic. It's not really her fault, she just kind of assumed she was dreaming and hell, Jemma's got a fantastic rack-And of course, as soon as she's got her hands on (Not) her breasts, she hears a scream from the next room. A scream that sounds unnervingly like her own voice.

Skye is actually enjoying this whole thing immensely. Jemma on the other hand, is stressing out and refuses to calm down, no matter how much Skye tries to reason with her.

"Jem, it's not that bad. It could be worse, you could be Ward," She says it leaning forward and trying to keep laughter out of her voice, but Jemma just glares at her (With her own eyes, and wow that's weird), and sighs.

"I'm inside you for lord knows how long-"

"Usually that's a good thing-"

"Could you please take this seriously, Skye!" Jemma finally cracks, Skye's hair framing her face in a way that Skye thought looked pretty cute. She had to admit, she was pretty confident about her looks, but she knew that Jemma was far from, so she supposed that had something to do with the panic.

"Hey, we're gonna work this out, okay?" She tries to smile and she's 98% certain that she's mimicking that adorable tentative grin that sometimes makes an appearance on Jemma's face, and the thought of that kind of makes her want to switch back too so that she can kiss her, but at the same time, she's awfully curious about something else. Plus, a british accent sounds so hot coming from her own lips. Absently she wonders if she's a bit too narcissistic, but shrugs it off as appreciation of what she's got.

"Alright." Jemma sighs, and runs her hands through Skye's hair, something Jemma never did in her own body, and Skye smirks as she realizes that Jemma just wanted to touch her hair.

"Buuuuuut," Skye murmurs, standing up and moving closer to Jemma, "There is something I really wanna try,"

Jemma's eyes widen as she catches on and she shakes her head, a blush that looks very wrong on Skye's face blooming. "No, absolutely not. I am not kissing myself."

"It could switch us back," Skye tries to tempt, a tiny smirk on her lips, "For science, Jem."

And it seems that Jemma really can't ever resist when science is involved, because she pauses and considers it, and then she bites her lip. "For science."

"I swear to god, those two are like rabbits." Coulson mutters, he and the rest of the team watching from the quarantine cam while the S.H.I.E.L.D scientists and Fitz attempt to reverse the bodyswap.