"Uh..."
Skye found herself at a loss for words.
"Also, please get one thing straight: I'm the one who saved your lives.
When you speak to your savior, you'd better be more polite."
Skye rolled her eyes speechlessly. "What do we do now?"
"Wait for rescue." Aaron swung onto the motorcycle, then swiftly changed into a casual outfit. "Most of Hydra's spies within S.H.I.E.L.D. have already been purged. As long as you hold out for a few hours, the rescue team will reach you."
"What a wonderful idea," May said sarcastically. "No supplies, no equipment, nowhere to shelter, not even a sense of direction.
One wave could wipe us out, and when we surfaced earlier, didn't a school of sharks swim past us?"
"She's right. You can't leave us here," Fitz hurriedly said.
Aaron sighed quietly. "This motorcycle only seats two people. Taking you ashore one by one would be a huge hassle."
"But you can tow this pod," Simmons asked tentatively. "You should be able to, right?"
Aaron hesitated for a moment, then took a tow rope from his Spatial Ring and tossed it over. "I still need to make a trip to the Triskelion. At most, I can drop you off at the nearest shore."
"That's fine, but you need to take Skye to headquarters."
"Why?"
"Because of her parents." May spoke seriously. "That file concerns an 084. Anyone without sufficient clearance has no right to access it.
But now she has a chance. Who knows whether Hydra got their hands on that file?"
"May." Skye looked at her gratefully, admitting that she was touched.
"Don't thank me yet. It's only an attempt. Fury may not agree."
"It's still better than not even having a chance to try."
"The rope's tied," Fitz and Simmons said. "But you'd better