Embarrassingly, of course

"Yeah, how do we get an ass like hers?"

May just about managed to not tense when she heard that remark. Who had said that? It sounded like Daisy, but Daisy wouldn't have acted like that. She'd matured.

Damn it, just nerves, just paranoia. May closed her eyes, trying futilely to dispel it.

"Agent Johnson, did you say something?" May said.

Daisy pulled back from whispering something to Simmons (damn it, why was Simmons giggling?!) and looked towards May.

"Uh, I was just wondering about your new wardrobe," Daisy said. "You're not going to expect us to wear that are you?"

"N-no," May said. "There was a mix-up, rest assured it will be fixed."

Oh god, she hoped it would-

No, don't think about that, that was why your voice just shook. Trembling slightly, May tried to straighten, glancing down to make sure her arms still covered herself. She did not want to show off anything more to her team.

"I have a question," Simmons said.

"Yes," May said, relieved by the distraction.

"Where was the point of entry on the map? I saw a couple of the landmarks you mentioned, just wanted to be sure."

"Right," May said. She glanced at the board, then hesitated.

Ok, she had to go back a slide or two. Which meant exposing half her chest again; May swallowed, sidestepping quickly to the mouse.

She reached for it a little slower this time, hand shaking more from the prolonged baring of one of her tits, but refusing to have to crouch again. Click, click; almost loudly enough for there to be a slap, she returned to crossing her arm over her chest in what she hoped looked like a dignified fashion.

"So the point of entry is just north of the loading bay," May said.

"There are two loading bays," Jemma said. "Could you just point it out?"

May's eyes widened for a brief second. Damn it, any other presentation and she wouldn't mind using her hands, but not this time. She swallowed, looking over her shoulder at the board.

It was near the top, and she couldn't point at it while facing her team. May hesitated.

No, fuck, she didn't have any real excuse not to. She couldn't just refuse and expect Jemma to go in not knowing the mission, and she couldn't seen as weak or embarrassed.

Mortified, May turned around, lifting her hand to tap on the right point on the map once. She could almost feel the team not at all looking at the map, and rather staring at her ass.

Quickly, May turned back around; she swore she saw eyes dart back to eye level. Flustered, she adjusted her arms back over her body.

"Anything more, or are we done?" May said