Shit. Jubilee sat quietly trying to process this news. Okay, so, vampire, forever. And ever. And ever. And eveerrrrr. And not even sexy vampires like Lestat, omgStuartTownsend, but just...a vampire. No more fireworks, no sunshine, no more California summers. If her face could pale anymore, she achieved it at that exactly moment. And he was making jokes, jokes about puppies! She couldn't find it in herself to laugh because her life was over. Actually, she was technically some sort of undead thing, whatever vampires were, but still.
"Regenerative mutant?" Jubilee looked at Nemesis in question, "so what exactly is that going to do for me? I'm drinking blood for the rest of my life."