Jubilee was hopeful and even a little cheery. She watched Nemesis expectantly as she said, "Go ahead, spill it." And then he did. And the smile on her face faded as he continued speaking and by the time he was done, she was staring blankly at him. "So, like, you're saying I can't not be a vampire anymore."
Which was terrible, awful, news. But she wanted to make sure she heard him right. He was talking about her combusting. That wasn't cool, that was so uncool. "Or are you saying that you can't like, drug me with something to let me be in the sunlight. Because, I can deal, you know, until you find a cure."