"No idea and I don't care," he says as he rushes over to Alana and could care less about getting hit by a spike, since so far he believes he only has to worry about constrictions. "Find something to concentrate on!" Jackson calls out, somewhat attempting to wade his way closer to the unstable woman. "Find something, anything! If you can't think of anything, just listen to my voice," he says whilst continuing to attempt at getting closer, his hands open and in front of him to defend himself from the random transformations. "Count to ten, find a number or letter, think fo a color, imagine a better place than this..." he continues to trail on for neutral topics, hoping to hit one or another that could calm the woman down just in case the ordeal is from the mind.