Jemma is, to be honest, a bit glassy-eyed. The combination of blood loss and ridiculously comfortable bed (seriously, she can hear it calling to her, it's absolutely absurd) make her preferred course of action to just go back to napping. She's resisting it. Really.

"Rather - though I think I'm going to end up sleeping for days." There's a pause, as Jemma side-eyes the tray.

"Is that a bowl of whipped cream?"

Honestly, there's going to be such a long discussion about boundaries with Eric, it isn't even funny, she just needs the energy to face that.