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Tuesday: Night Night Gun
Jemma
The Night Night Gun was sitting on the lab table and something in her made her grab it before her and Skye had headed into the hub. She didn't know why, but she was glad as she stood before Agent Sitwell. When it became increasingly obvious that she was having a hard time flirting, she was thankful that something inside her made grab it.
Skye patted her on the shoulder later and informed her they'd have to work on her flirting skills.
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