She was merely flummoxed from the choice the woman decided to do and wanting to return some aspect of the favor. Jupiter wanted to be on her best behavior. So when the staff was unbuckling her face mask she held still. She quietly observed how the nurses unbounding were afraid of her. Their shakiness was the biggest hint of that. Jones knew of her powers from a young age; however, she would have never predicted that people would fear her for who she was. When the mask was finally off she gasped loudly, her lungs gripping onto the air desperately, and she coughed in between catching her breath. Jupiter’s body urgently wanted to lean her head towards her lap, but was restricted by the chair she was trapped in. Saliva dripped down from her chin down to her chest. Feeling the biggest urge to wipe the drool with her arm. Along the side of her lip from one side was cut. A trail of blood lingered down to her collar bone. Blood that was either still wet or becoming dry with a collection of dirt. Whereas the other side of her mouth was a large bruise that cover some part of her cheek from the earlier beatings.<br/><br/>Of course, Jones was unaware of how badly beaten she looked, though she concluded that she was in pain. It wasn’t just one section of her body score, but her entire body surely was. When Jupiter finally collected herself she sat up as much as she could. The chair behind her ironically helped her do this chair. Her eyes found the doctor’s eye again. Not satisfied with the situation, albeit she lifted her chin high and her eyes shifted back to a fierce stare. Attempting to look unruffled and gave herself a light inhale before speaking. “I appreciate how you’re willing to be a decent human being to me doctor, but there’s a reason why the mask was there. Specifically, from my saliva.” The words felt stuck in her burning throat. Although she was trying her best to produce a demeanor of fearlessness, her hands and legs shook.