[h1][center]Shield Town, Black Iron Workshop, Main Lobby[/center][/h1]
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One more time, anger! Let’s see if you change when your button is pushed [i]again[/i]!
Jemma flinched at the words coming from the torso with stumps. She [i]wanted[/i] to address his, honestly, reasonable concerns about her mental state and the concrete-ness of her words… But he was being disrespectful, on a table, where people were treating him. For his stump limbs.
Yelling.
And flailing.
And he just called it a [i]Thing.[/i] Just said it should be [i]Contained.[/i]

Its’ voice rang like thunder in the small space, ink boiling away at the throat as it rose to its’ full height. Pupils exploded to consume its irises, turning the gaze from nearly human to distinctly shark-ish.
“[b][color=Red]I WILL NOT BE CONTAINED! You will NOT CONTAIN ME! NO ONE WILL CONTAIN ME AGAIN! NEVER.[/color][/b]”
The voice, cacophonously loud, was distorted. The buzz of cicadas, torn by the howl of a coyote and the bellowing of a cow. It loomed, now. The body rising to put it’s skull at a solid eight feet off the ground.

“[b]I. Am. No. Thing! I am Jemma!  I am Dove. You [i]will[/i] respect my existence, [i]street-samurai.[/i] You encountered me at my closest to worst. Don’t you dare judge me on that alone.[/b]” The body growled. The voice was cold, devoid of affectation or inflection. And its stare was one that might have belonged to a crocodile. Reptilian and cold, with a basal fury that left all the blood in the body boiling.

[b]J-3[/b] loomed a bit more, ink [i]seething[/i] under the skin as it desperately tried to reign the anger in. “[b]I have not forgotten you either. Memories still burn, y’know? Now. I’m going to focus on the [i]WOMAN[/i] who clearly needs help, like [i]YOU[/i]. So please. Shut the fuck up.[/b]”

[s]No! Be nice.[/s]
Calm exploded throughout the body, abrupt as a thunderclap in the desert. There was no reason to get at him! The lady already did that! Shit. Emotions were dumb, why did it eat them again? … Well, not [i]just[/i] it, but-
Focus! 

Jemma’s shark-black eyes turned away from Temujin, slowly. Instead, they focused on [FEAR-RESOLUTION-CAUTION-dontfuckthisforme-[b]hopehopehope[/b]]. Black pools slowly filled with gold-green-grey. Pupils shrank, revealed colored irises. 
She sighed, and let all the anger fade, let the bristling fur lay flat, the bared teeth hide behind closed lips, and lowered the protectively raised tentacles, tipped with newly made serrated claws. Woof. Okay. Focus…

Her eyes narrowed on the stinger offered to her, [ASTRAL EYES] noting… Well. It was coated in that potent miasma of something meant to cause harm. Venomous, and highly toxic at that. The ‘apathy’ part of her understood the barest details of what she was looking at, but to understand more? To become it? That would require… More. 
Wait.
Oh! That’s what was causing this poor lady’s face to— Oh. Jemma abruptly understood, frowning deep and thoughtful as she took the stinger carefully.

“[b][color=DarkMagenta]Right. I could, technically, become this… thing. But, this isn’t [i]quite[/i] enough of a … Let’s call it a biological blueprint, yeah? For me to work off of,[/color][/b]” She murmured, trailing off thoughtfully before she continued. “[b][color=DarkMagenta]I… [i]do[/i] have a way of counteracting that lack of ‘blueprint’. But, uh, it’ll be severely uncomfortable for you, and everyone else in the room. And will probably make [i]’street-sam’[/i] over there super upset.[/color][/b]”

Her voice was thick with exasperation and indignation. Jemma’s eyes flicked over to Temujin, staring him dead in the face, before she stuck a startlingly human tongue out at him. Then she was turning back to… Huh. Actually, there was never a bad time… “[b][color=DarkMagenta]What’s your name by the way? Oh! And if you agree, I’ll tell you more and make sure you’re fully informed, yeah? Fuckin always hated it when docs’ don’t tell you the whole thing. Y’know?[/color][/b]”