Jemma turns to face him when the memory starts over again, which is now an annoyance, as the threat is the face down the hall. He may have fooled others, but Fitz cannot fool Jemma. She knows every little twitch, and the Doctor doesn't have twitches, not in the same way.

"You were," Jemma clears her throat. It's tight, and dry, like she's just dug herself out of her own grave again, or digging her way back in. "You were very attached to the program. Like those people who got all upset when Microsoft removed Minesweeper after Windows 8."

Jemma stops herself. She's babbling. Her Fitz would know what that means, but this one? Who knows what he knows.