"He," she clarifies, because the flutter in her stomach reminds her that only weeks ago, it had been she, it had been Skye and she had been the one in the hyperbaric chamber, trying to heal after receiving a miracle cure. She really doesn't like that her life has become such a constant revolving door of death and injury. "Leo Fitz, he saved me. He saved us," she clarifies. "He's alive," she breathes out the words, more grateful than anything. "He set out the signal, he gave me the oxygen."

If only they hadn't gone on the plane. If only there had been two canisters.

If only Ward hadn't betrayed them.

"We're so extremely lucky that..." She hesitates, remembering that no one is supposed to know about Agent Fury and she doesn't want to be the one to tell the secret. "That someone found us based on the signal, because we didn't think anyone would be listening," she finishes, her lying getting better, but still not impeccable. "I'm still jobless, partnerless, and I don't exactly know what comes next."