When Skye walked into her room, the first thing she did was go straight to the bathroom so that she could clean up her shoulder-wound from earlier. Upon examination, Skye saw that injury was only minor, and managed to pull out what looked like a spine using a pair of tweezers. Afterwards, she patched it up, then threw away all the excess materials with her blood on it. She thought that, because of her "condition," it would be dangerous to have that stuff sitting around on the Bus, especially knowing that FitzSimmons might want to examine it.

After she had finished, Skye went straight to her bed and collapsed on top of it, finally letting out the tears she had been trying hard to hold back.

She honestly didn't know what to be upset about first. So much had happened.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Coulson stepped into the room, wearing bandages over the areas where Skye's father had hurt him. Turning on a light, he sat down in her desk chair, and watched her lay on her side with her back turned to him.

"I just want to be sure that you're okay, Skye." Coulson said, his voice calm and focused. "What happened down there?"

Skye didn't answer, and remained still.

"How did Trip die?" he asked. Again, Skye remained silent, debating in her head whether or not she should tell him the truth.

"I know something happened down there, Skye. Something caused that earthquake to occur. I'm not accusing you of anything, I just want to know the truth." Coulson asked again.

As before, Skye didn't speak to him, nor did she turn to face him. Coulson sighed, then stood up to leave and placed his hand on the doorknob.

"It was me."

Coulson let go of the knob, confused, and looked back at Skye, asking "What?"

"It was me," Skye said again, her voice shaking. "I did it. I killed him."

"What do you mean?" Coulson asked, not understanding a word.

"I went down there to stop Raina from using the Obelisk. If I hadn't gone down there, he'd still be alive..." Skye said before her voice dropped and more tears came flooding.

"Skye, that's not on you. You had no control over-" Coulson said before being cut off.

"I did, actually." Skye said, turning from her side to sit upwards on her bed. "I made the earthquake happen."

"Wait, WHAT?" Coulson asked, shocked, raising his voice slightly.

Sighing, Skye continued. "When I went down to stop Raina, she had already placed the Obelisk on this pedestal. Trip came in with us right as the doors closed. The Obelisk opened up and sprayed us with this mist that trapped me in this stone-cocoon. When I broke free, I saw that Trip had turned to stone. Seeing him like that made me lose my shit, and that's when the whole earthquake started."

Coulson was having a hard time processing this information. How the hell did this even happen?

"Hold on," Coulson said. "Are you trying to tell me that this mist allowed you to cause an earthquake!?"

Skye nodded, wiping tears off her face.

"Oh God," Coulson said, rubbing his eyes as he sat back down.

"What are we going to do?" Skye asked.

"I don't know," Coulson said. "But for now, we're keeping this from the rest of the team. I don't want them to worry about-"

"-the fact that there's someone on this plane that can potentially make the San Andreas Fault look like a splinter?" Skye finished.

"Pretty much," Coulson replied. "Look, we'll talk about this more tomorrow, but you gotta control yourself in the meantime. If you caused one earthquake out of anger, then you need to be cautious. Okay?"

"Alright," Skye answered. As Coulson got up to leave, she said "I killed them."

"Who?" Coulson asked.

"I killed Gill, I killed Raina, I killed Ward, I killed Trip, but I couldn't kill my own father." Skye said. "Why didn't I? I had him in my sights, finger on the trigger. I let him get away. Why?"

Coulson didn't say anything, then Skye continued, saying "He was a psychopath with this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde sort-of personality and he nearly killed you. Why did I let him live?"

"Because he's your father. It's only human to feel compassion for-" Coulson started before being cut off.

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty damn inhuman now, aren't I!?" Skye shouted. "Next time I see him, he's dead! I don't care if it's a bullet in the head or- this!"

Coulson was shocked at Skye's sudden outburst of anger and death-threats, not seeming at all like the hacker he had found in her van. She had changed so much, and he didn't know if this had been for better or worse. Without saying another word, Coulson exited the room, and Skye buried her face into her covers, the tears flooding back.