Marshall sighed and he stopped walking. "Look Jade I'm not really good at kind words, but none of this is your fault." He said in the best reassuring voice Marshall could do. "Last time I checked you aren't a mad scientist trying to turn teenagers into mutants." He said placing a comforting hand on Jade's shoulder. "And you don't have to worry about me. I doubt Vlad would want to lose his favorite petri dish."