[Oh, he hadn't disconnected quickly enough; how embarrassing. Fitz grimaces apologetically, and runs a hand over his face as though that might wipe the dark circles away from his eyes.]

Oh -- it's nothing. Jemma and I are moving forward with the project. It's a bit difficult to pinpoint out location without reliable celestial bodies, but we ought to be close to returning to where we were before initial lab incident.

There, ah... may be a small detour to be made, though.