JInny let out another very soft, probably worrying groan as she was picked up. One of her hands was still on her nose, but there was still a distinct smear of red on the side of it. She didn't say anything as he spoke to her, just leaned against him with her face in her hands. The light hurt. The cold air in the room hurt. Slade's voice hurt - just a bit, as he was speaking quietly, but it still bothered her. "...everything hurts. And blood tastes like pennies." Was all she could manage to say, before she was placed on the table. As the scanners turned on, she looked apprehensively at all of the machines. "What does this do?" The machines would scan for a bit, showing that the girl had in fact torn a vessel in her nose. It would also show something else if it was hooked up to her head. The indication of something akin to a migraine. It seems she had overdone it. It would not be something her mother would have ever mentioned. Mostly because by the time they had met, she had long mastered her power, and knew where her limits were. Jinny did not. There was worry on the child's face. Her uncle was not panicking, so she felt a bit calmer than she would. Still, her head was starting to pound like someone was trying to nail rocks inside of it. "I don't feel good, Uncle Slade."