Rather than meeting in the training room, Fitz-Simmons had decided to take the pair to one of the teaching labs over in building four. They weren't here to impress upon them how to fight - how to hurt people and get information from them or just to eliminate a threat. Instead, their job was to try to impart some scientific wisdom. "Jemma, did you get the--" "demonstration kit? Yes I did,"
Simmons answered, giving her husband a smile.
The mere fact that the second training session was taking place in a lab and not a gym, led Sami to believe that this was going to be far less hands on. Normally he'd be itching to get out of a classroom environment, but after several broken bones, figured that whatever the couple were teaching would be useful, and less fracture-ridden. Nodding at Arc and giving him a grin, Sami looked to Fitz and Simmons curiously as they mentioned a demonstration kit."I'm guessing this is going to be a bit more complicated than my high school science, huh?"
He asked teasingly, taking a seat."Given that in the United States, high school science is a farce, yes,"
Simmons pointed out with a sweet smile. "And of course, even your universities will try to pass of writing courses as counting for science credit, it's no wonder your scientific literacy rate is so low."
Arcturus chuckled at this, before someone came inside the room and pulled him inside. They needed him to come take a look at some data they had received, meaning that he was excused from training for the day. He gave Sami and the others a salute, before he left the room. "And then there were three..."
Sami had watched Arc curiously as he left the room, thinking it a bit of a shame they wouldn't get to train together, even if it was just in the area of science. Still, one less person made it less likely for him to suffer yet another fracture."Let's get this show on the road then. What tricks do y'all have up your sleeve?"
He was still interested in seeing what this demonstration consisted of, though he'd be less than amused if it involved stone of any kind. Kennedy had shown him enough of that."No tricks,"
Simmons said with a laugh. "It's not like we're about to attempt to convince you of the Copenhagen philosophy, whilst you're a solid defender of locality and prescribe to Einstein's opinion that it's nothing more than regulated the quantum world to ghostly action at a distance - now that would be some trick."
Fitz laughed, as if that was a completely normal thing for an individual to say. "Oh, dear old Bohr would be rolling in his grave,"
he added with a chuckle. "Maybe in this universe,"
Simmons chimed in with a wink."Maybe we ought to get a decaying substance, strap it to a geiger counter, and have the rigged to a doomsday device - and instead of a cat, we can use our new friend,"
Fitz suggested."Oh, that'd be cruel, and hardly anyone ever pursues that to the logical extreme, dear."
Sami watched the exchange between husband and wife, unimpressed and still waiting for an actual lesson to take place. Were they trying to prove a point by rattling off theorems and dead scientists or something? He wasn't sure if they were trying to act cute or if it was just something white people did to show off how clever they were. Whatever the case, he was missing Agent Kennedy's to-the-point demonstrations every second, broken bones or not. Before one of them could crack another chemistry joke that would just sound pretentious to anybody else's ears, Sami interjected with a grin."Maybe you guys ought to get on with the demonstration? Pretty sure Fury ain't paying us to be sitting round poking fun at... whatever the hell you guys were saying."
He said jovially, though hoping they'd actually get the hint now and do their jobs.
Fitz-Simmons stared at him for a moment, frowning. Not everyone could appreciate the complexities of quantum mechanics - and the potential for faster than light signaling that could allow for messages to be transmitted into the past. They shared a look with each other that pretty much could've been interpreted as - typical Operations cadet. "So we thought it would be best to give you something that you might retain - a lesson in basic combat first aid. We'll start with CPR."
Jemma said, pulling out a CPR dummy. Fitz then demonstrated the proper procedures, advising Sami to think of the song Stayin' Alive
in order to keep the timing correct.
Sami had noticed the look going on between the married couple, but kept on smiling at them anyway. He was familiar with that look, having seen it plenty of times in high school. It was the look that popular girls shared with each other when a kid lower on the food chain didn't get
the latest fashion trend, hairstyle or popular band at that time. It was the look the smart kids shared when a less talented or quick-thinking child struggled with a math problem at the front of the class when it came to them so easily. Even the Jocks would share that look when a kid who knew nothing about football tried to made conversation with them about it. Here, it was a pair of married nerds patronising a guy who hadn't taken science any farther than high-school for not knowing about wormholes or some complicated shit like that.
However, thankfully the nerds had actually started teaching him something. He was pleased to see something as recognizable as a CPR dummy, recalling the brief classes he'd taken in high school about the life-saving act. They'd also been taught the Heimlich manoeuvre, though most kids just saw the demonstrations as a chance to give their "choking" actor a bruised diaphragm for the next few days. He had too, but his buddy had dealt out just the same damage with a laugh when they had swapped over."Y'know, I saw an ad which said "Another one bites the dust" works for the tempo too."
He said as he began his first 30 pumps on the dummy, hand over hand and applying as much pressure as possible. "Kinda fucked up right? A song about staying alive and one about dying, both for CPR."
For the task at hand though, the former was probably more hopeful for the supposed victim."Honestly, it's quite appropriate for a situation where there best hope is an Operations cadet,"
Fitz said with a partial smile. There was a huge rivalry between SciTech and Operations, as was to be expected. Communications was like the Hufflepuff of SHIELD - they got along with everyone. SciTech was Slytherin and Operations was Gryffindor, two mortal foes destined to kill each other one day. "Good work on sticking to the correct pacing,"
Once again, Sami didn't comment on the snide remark made by Fitz, though Simmons' encouragement made the situation more positive. He had never understood the whole rivalry thing. Actually, that was a lie - he could understand two teams working together to the same goal having a rivalry, but that kind of shit was expected of kids and teenagers in high school. The fact that a bunch of adults between Operations and SciTech thought it was par for the course to regularly insult each other was frankly pathetic, in his eyes. They all had their role to play, and there was even crossovers between the two. He knew Operations folk who could hack with the best of them, and SciTech who could put you on your ass before you could say "truce". Hey, one of the people he got along with the most here was Niah, and she was SciTech.
Continuing several bouts of CPR through the coaching of his teachers, Sami recalled the grim thought he'd had when he practised chest compressions for the first time as a kid: hoping that he'd never have to do it in real life, especially on someone he cared about. However, with all the deaths that had happened already in the group, before they'd even started their first mission, he didn't hold much hope for the future about safe travels.