There was something about the idea of of Humour's precise state of being that had always made Bast rather squeamish, but this time the demonstration of it also gave the villainess a surge of hope... not that she could do much of anything with a comm-link that would matter, but Jessie might. She watched curiously to see what the genius might come up with, only to be tossed about with the others as something happened to the transport. There was a moment of pure disorientation, then a strange lethargy, uninterrupted even by the awkward weight of a shoulder in her solar plexus. She makes an undignified little "Ooph" as a head drops back onto her chest, but then she hears a very welcome voice, and struggles faintly to sit up.<br/><br/>"Of course I do," she mutters, sounding a little cross and out of breath, adding, "And once those are off of him, could I trouble you to get him off of me?"