There was a pause while looking over to Luther when he spoke. Was that some kind of riddle for her to figure out? There was a droll stare from her to Luther clearly displaying her dislike for his answer. What the hell was stronger then bone? A rock? Fire? Sadly all the above couldn't be produce from her Merry Poppins purse of tricks, closes thing she had to a weapon was a metal finger nail file. Clearly from the look of Bruce he wasn't interested in having his nails done.<br/><br/>"You make it sound easy... you got a weapon? Cause I don't think he is a vampire so a stake through the heart won't work."<br/><br/>Her sarcastic assumption went a long ways to show Luther that she was clearly clueless. Thoug while she watched Luther bash his head into Bruce's she cringed at both sight and sound. While he held Bruce in his dazed state Jessie walked up to him, looking up at him, but found no red mark or blemish on him from that headbutt.<br/><br/>"Damn... men are hardheaded..."<br/><br/>Blinking back to Bruce now she stared for a moment almost as though remembering something that was long forgotten but like before it still eluded her. Did those two beers seriously make her drunk?  Tilting her head to the side she went to the back of Bruce and lowered down to inspect the back of his knees. They seemed as normal as anyone elses knees. Finally with furrowed brows she looked around the side of the big behemoth with a cocked brow.<br/><br/>"What the hell am I suppose to do to his knees? Tickle them?"<br/><br/>Without a weapon there wouldn't be much that this dainty human could do unless there was a weapon oroduced at some point, perferably before Bruce came out of his dazed stupor.