Daisy Johnson

[Being here for a few weeks was not something Daisy imagined, despite knowing that her way back home relied on a gemstone she has yet to find. She’s done her best to blend in, having to bite her tongue far more often than she’d like. Daisy took solace in the fact that she could at least vent to Claire and Bree about her frustrations, but she also tried to limit her venting with them. After all, they’ve chosen to stay here.

Thanks to Claire and some of the other women here, she’s got some more appropriate clothing. Not only appropriate for the time they’re in, but also the weather.

Today, Daisy volunteered to go out into the woods with Claire to look for some plants that she could use for medicine. She has a gun slung over her shoulder, one of Jamies’ she believes. After watching him and Bree shooting one day, she gave it a shot herself. Having experience with guns herself, she nailed every shot she took. Of course, these guns were a lot slower than the ones she was used to. The trip in the woods should be uneventful, but Daisy didn’t want to take that risk. Especially when using her powers was not an option here. None of them knew about it, and she planned to keep it that way.]

How did you learn to forage like this?

[Daisy asks, crouched down next to Claire and helping her pick some snowdrop flowers.]

I doubt they taught you this in medical school.