The guard seemed to be growing even more frantic, wishing to do this quickly and well aware that the male experiment that seemed to be protecting her wasn't exactly as immobile as he was supposed to be. He moved on to his own clothing once he got enough of hers off, also using one hand to pin her to the wall by her neck. He figured that way if she screamed or did anything else he didn't like again he could just cut off her air supply until she stopped. She had missed, but still he cut off her air for a few moments to persuade her against trying to knee him again.<br/><br/>Jack, meanwhile, seemed to have slumped forward a bit as the other guard held him, looking more like he'd given up. Far from it, instead he was trying to get his hands to work so that he could grab the guard's stun gun, which had been stored again on the guard's belt like most police carried real guns. If he could grab that, there was a chance that he wouldn't need much strength or coordination, neither of which he had right now, to at least distract the guards from her. He managed to get his hand on the handle and grasp, looking up for a moment to assess the situation again before he took action. There were three guards; the one holding him, the other one that wasn't doing anything, and then the third that had her pinned. All of them seemed very well distracted by what was going on with her, not expecting him to be able to do much. They were about to find out what he could do, and he just hoped it would be enough.