Coulson had been surprised mostly how Chen was affected by her Ex. He knew how she acted wasn't just some act; the reaction was too real. If she hadn't then he'd have to give her a reward for the acting but it made him uneasy at how easy it had been. If he was to have her as a second in command, he couldn't have her going into a panic attack every time he made her jump.

While he wasn't an expert on mental health, he's need Simmons to keep an eye on her incase she got worse… maybe he needed to contact…

Coulon's thoughts stopped a moment.

Andrew Garner.

A good psychologist, they knew each other but…he was May's Ex husband. A complications. Andrew didn't know May was dead… neither did her parents… Coulson signed deeply. He'd not look forward to delivering that news… especially on the fact he had been the one that… did it. Could he bring himself to tell the truth? Or Lie?

It was down to the moment, he supposed. But Simmons would no doubt keep an eye on her… get her what she needed before he could think of opening those wounds to a shrink.

Coulson moved down from the cockpit with a deep sigh, coming across Trip coming from Avonics.

"Trip, I need you to set a course to some coordinates." He spoke after a moment. Trip knew how to fly so setting a destination would no doubt be easy.

Trip nodded. "Sure but I saw that woman take us off, wouldn't she-"

"Agent Chen's resting. I triggered a panic attack so Simmons ordered her away from the controls." Coulson interrupted.

Trip looking to the way down towards the cockpit door. "Fair enough. I'll set it now." He moved past him, so Coulson gave him the coordinates before making his way from the passageway to the others.

He paused as he walked around to see Skye and Fitz,Simmons talking together. Not sign of Chen. Though that made him a little weary.

"How's everyone doing?" He asked as he came over, his eyes finally looking over the team in front of him. They looked okay, physically but he could see they were all tried and no doubt drained. It had been a long day.. They all deserved a good rest.

"We'll be making a decent in 8 hours." Trip called, bouncing into the area, "I think it's time we slept, right?"

Coulson knew the hint then nodded. "Where's Chen?"

The others but Trip looked to each other.

"My bunk," Skye answered, "I wasn't sure what you wanted to do with Ward's bunk… I assume Trip would want to take that."

Trip shrugged, "I might as well; and clear all that crap out as well. Want me to put it into storage"

Coulson just nodded though his gaze flickered to Simmons as Trip walked off int he direction of the bunks.

"How's Chen?" He asked her, folding his arms.

Simmons looked to the other two a moment who took the hint to move and sighed. "At the moment, she'll recover quickly from the panic attack once she rests but she'd not gonna be fixed easily. It won't be the first and only so… I'll prescribe her some medication to take like Antidepressants… Prozac maybe. If it gets worse then I may put her on a short term use of Ativan to deal with the anxiety."

"She's gonna be that bad?" He questioned.

Simmons shook her head immediately, though he could see she was shocked on what he said, he knew he had phrased it wrong. "No of course not, but please take in account that she's surrounded by at the triggers constantly… It's gonna be an emotional process and she struggles with that.. She's putting on a front to make sure we don't see how affected she was. She's.. Well terrified. But she doesn't want pitty. That's not why she chose to come here."

Coulson sighed deeply.

"How can i deal with her without triggering a panic attack? I know I can't balance SHIELD and trying accidentally not scaring my new right hand into a panic attack." he asked.

"I don't know all her triggers.. I'd need to understand the depth of her trauma to get an idea of her limits. But… just understand her limitations. Make yourself known when you're in the room with her, keep at a 3 feet distance…. Don't touch her suddenly… that sort of thing that's most common with victims of physical abuse." Simmons said, though he could see Simmons look to Skye's bunk with a sympathetic look before shaking her head. "I'll do my best. I know she'll do her best to stay calm. She knows what to do to calm down."

Coulson sighed deeply. He needed more info on the attack that left her like this.. But given what had happened with SHIELD, he doubted Chen had managed to have time to file a report, let alone write it.

"Fine, write up her medical forms. I want her files, regardless." Coulson decided before walking off with a deep sigh. It wasn't the first time he had dealt with a woman with PTSD… but that was May. He had tried his best with her but she had wanted her distance until he dragged her ass back onto the Bus. But this woman, he didn't know. May, he did. And they were two different traumas.

Skye watched with Fitz as Coulson walked away, Fitz hurrying to SImmons though she stayed where she was. They had been far enough to only hear bits and pieces but Skye had heard enough.

While being told by Chen that was needed to be in a better headspace before they could properly talk, she could see this older woman had a lot of personal issues...withdrawn… Maybe starting with the panic attack conversation wasn't the best ice breaker; at least Chen didn't fixate on it. She could think of new things to talk about.

Looking to her bunk now, Skye moved towards it quietly. Something she'd have to bring up with Coulson. Bunks. While they had 8 hours till touch down; if they needed to fly again then May's bunk…it would needed to be used, Probably by herself or Chen. But bringing that up with Coulson would be hard, especially how mixed feelings he was with May as a subject. Chen was still an unknown variable.

Skye paused, listening out; tuning out the quiet murmurs of the scientists. Though after a moment, she grasped the handle of her bunk door and opened it up a crack with enough space to look in. Chen was facing the door, so she got a good look to her face… the bruises she saw earlier much harder to see in the dark though she could tell by the stiffness of her sleeping form; she was not sleeping easy.. A slight frown on her face too.. Her breathing was faster though obviously asleep.

Skye closed it up after a moment then walked away, she didn't want to accidentally wake her up… She looked like she had needed to rest after all.

Sorry, this isn't the longest chapter, more a filler one but Next one should be a little more interesting. Please comment! I love reading them and it really inspired my muse for this story!