"M'good." She hums, tilting her head to chase that delicate touch. She sets about dragging her mental feet back underneath her, a task that feels more laborious than it ought. She will, however, be the first to admit that she hasn't been taking the best care of herself lately, with her current project of fixing someone else's disastrous study design.
"Stage... one, maybe almost stage two hypovolemia? Not enough to do anything drastic about." Jemma self-diagnoses, peering at the state of her nail beds.