"Oh good - I think I killed a few brain cells just saying that." Jemma admits, grinning. "Now, let's see if I can manage to walk without looking completely sauced - I've managed to avoid doing that since the time Fitz got me to try Jaegermeister."

Don't get her wrong.

It was very good.

And then she tried to drink the Scotsman under the table.

It didn't go well. She still vows revenge.