Jane frowned at Jemma. She gripped one wrist loosely, the bear skin slipping over both of her hands as she let out a sigh. [color=FFDEAD]"No, we haven't met before. A little birdy told me your name."[/color] Idly kicking a stray rock, Jane grumbled, [color=FFDEAD]"And I lost my phone earlier today. There was a... software issue."[/color] She stuck her tongue in her cheek, biting down on it lightly while she thought about what to do next. [color=FFDEAD]"I warned them that people tend to be inherently wary of me, especially Thinkers. What to do, what to do..."[/color]

She shifted her bear skin to one arm, scratching the back of her head with her free hand, [color=FFDEAD]"Agh, this is so freakin' annoying!"[/color] Her foot tapped impatiently against the ground while she wondered what would happen if she just went home. Panopticon flashed through his head, along with the glut of psychic information she delivered when they lost their target in Argentina; it still gave her a headache to think about. What in hell even was a Labubu? [color=FFDEAD]"Whatever,"[/color] Jane turned, as if she meant to walk away, taking a few steps in the opposite direction from Jemma. Her emotions went wild, voices screaming to eat, while others whimpered to be spared.

She took a few more steps, then threw her bear skin into the air, causing it to splay out and hover in the air for far longer than a bear skin should have been able to. Halting, but still facing away from Jemma, she put her hands on her hips and straightened out to her full height. [color=FFDEAD]"Perhaps I wasn't clear. I am Special Agent Doe, and pursuant to HR-4272, the Undercity cleanup initiative, you are to accompany me to Northbridge [b]now,[/b] causing no further delays. We're already late."[/color] Jane's rampant emotions boiled away, leaving one single thought: [color=ed1c24][b]Violence.[/b] [/color]

The bear skin began its descent to the ground, and in that same moment, without turning around, Jane made her move. Her joints dislocated, snapping back into place [i]wrong,[/i] and extending with great force, launching herself at Jemma and closing the gap in several disjointed strides. She stopped in front of Jemma, bringing one knee up, as if ready to kick, but instead brought that foot down, launching herself in an arc over Jemma. [color=FFDEAD]"Naazh,"[/color] Jane looked up (which was currently down) and pointed at her target before landing behind it. 

The bear skin finally fell to the ground, just a few feet from where Jane had thrown it, its flesh filling out the skin until it stood larger than any extant species of bear. Wasting no time to follow orders, its claws found purchase in the dirt, and the over two-ton beast charged at Jemma, intent on forcing her back.

[color=00aeef][b]"Just help the poor deer, Jemma."[/b][/color] Jane spoke in a borrowed voice behind her target, as the voices in her head screamed in terror. Memories of being eaten alive by a creature very much like Jemma flashed vividly as she moved, hands clasped behind her back, feet dancing backward, ready to lead the way to Northbridge. Those voices were quickly drowned out by excited laughter, like hyenas jostling for food, and Jane became suddenly aware that the noise was bubbling up from her throat.