<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v50/BriarRose/RP%20Characters/Reel%20Peeples/4f7e8a87-1105-4493-97b9-3c029eb6890c_zps70265bce.jpg)</div>"Gotcha," Kamala said weakly. She was about to laugh off the hedonism comment when the placebo effect kicked in. It had to be that; the timing was too perfect. Jessica running off her mouth and groping yet another bystander was a sign of it. Collective thought. Suggestion. Still, the blood rushing to her cheeks was hard to ignore, and her heart beat a tattoo against her chest that made her agitated. She stood up and began to pace, walking past Jack to look at the city beyond his balcony. That was then the little blue men arrived, and they would have been a welcome distraction if they hadn't forced her to think about tiny blue dongs. She forced out a laugh, annoyed that she didn't find it more funny. After a moment, she looked at the room, her eyes imploring them to understand what she was about to say.<br/><br/>"I--" her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. "I think I'm with Kurt on this one. I wasn't summoned here like you guys were; I'm here for a medical conference. I mean, I was told this kind of stuff might happen. The hero stuff. I'll keep an ear out and help you where I can, but I'm a doctor, not a fighter. You guys are way out of my league." As she talked, her gaze kept drifting to the men in the room, taking in Chan's easy smile, Kurt's broad chest, and the soft skin at the hollow of Jack's throat. They were all attractive in their own rights, but Kamala felt her attention was being manipulated unnaturally, which frightened her. She had either been talked into thinking she was horny, which made her so, or the magic was a real thing. Placebo effect or not, arousal was arousal in the brain. Same chemicals. She studied brains, so she knew.<br/><br/>Jack was too close, she realized. His voice a little too musical. She stepped away from him and focused all of her attention on Cuckoo, the safest target in the room for the time being, and didn't even flinch. "So I agree with Jack about getting out of here as soon as possible. But after that, I think I'm gonna go. I have to try and find another hotel room before..." Before what? Before this spell made her go all rapey like Jessica? Would that happen? She shivered; the thought of a rapey-er Jessica was more unsettling than the idea of city-wide hedonism magic was to begin with.<br/><br/>Her face fell as she realized she had to come back to the Garden Arcadia anyway. "Shit, the conference is here," she muttered, and shook her head. She didn't want to watch all the geriatric researchers affected by this magic. They already used these conferences as excuses for nerdy hookups. Plus, she had two exes in the hotel who had already been itching for a fight.<br/><br/>Kamala's shoulders slumped as she gave in. "Never mind. I'm in it to win it, I guess. I'll meet you guys downstairs. I need to grab my bags," she sighed. When she turned to leave, she nearly walked into Jack and jumped. An awkward moment passed as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, stepping around him and leaving a safe pocket of air between them. "Downstairs," she said again, and fled.