“Well,” Fitz begins, and Jemma picks up the sentence for him.
“Her entire genetic profile can be matched to DNA we already have on record.”
“So, her father’s in the system?” Bobbi asks.
“Oh, yeah,” Fitz says grumpily.
“Should we call Coulson, let him know?”
“For all our sanities, no.”
She turns back to the monitor and clicks through some of the visible, and presumably meaningful, results.
“The extent to which Hope's DNA matches Skye’s...and her father’s...leaves only one possibility.”
“And?” Bobbi pries. Jemma smiles an awkward, apologetic sort of smile.
“That possibility...is Grant Ward.”