Jones flinched from her first name being called out in public like this in front of people she rather knew less of. It was worst when they had information on her. Tony and her tried their best to stay as private as they could. If anything it’s been years since she heard her name being slurred from another person’s tongue. It made her feel violated and place fire in her empty stomach. Making her wheelchair rattle in place as she tried to adjust her body to sit more comfortably, yet it was painful to move in. Even slightly. Bruises and many varieties of cuts reminded her of the beatings she endured during her capture.<br/><br/>Although Jones couldn’t speak up, thanks to the mask, she shook her head completely objecting to a shot. This time around the nurses held the wheelchair in place, so it wouldn’t move when she did. She knew coming to an hell hole like this she would have assumed doctors treated their patients with a lack of humanity, but the drugs. Drugs she wasn’t certain what it contained or where her mind/body would if it was forced into her. Until she recalled her past doctor’s visits. The first time she was starting to discover her powers and the first time she escaped authorities under their loose capture. It made her gulped as she retrospect the memory. When her emotions are stressed, similar to a situation like this, Jones’ blood became poison itself. Back when she was getting her immunity shot, from that doctor visit, and completely nervous getting a shot as a child. Her poison generation was active as acid to others that stick a needle into her. That poor doctor suffered bad burn marks as she recalled.<br/><br/>She was pulled back into reality when she heard the lab coat girl speak about removing the mask. “<span style="font-style: italic">Did no one in this hell hole inform her what I did to the other guys during my capture</span>?” Jones thought as she tried to look up to the nurses, but failed to make eye contact. The only one she can stare at was this lab coat girl. Her gaze soften as she tried her best to return the same empathy the lab coated girl was giving her. Surprisingly, enough. Jones was shaking her head calmly, this time around, and tried to say something, albeit it came out in muffles. The verbal warnings didn’t leave the mask.