She wasn't going to win this one. Getting off the table was not an option, and the best thing she could do was just give up the need to be in charge of what went on in medial - and just let Jack handle it... Breathing kept getting easer as the minutes passed by, which was a plus.
The odd thing was that - other than that momentary heat... "I don't feel any different," she reported. "Obvious asides..." They both knew. She should be bleeding heavily right now, in immense pain, hell she probably shouldn't even be conscious. "Other than those few moments when I felt like I was on fire..." And actually, if she was honest with herself? She was a little hungry, and the instant she thought about food she was hit with a wave of slight nausia, so that wasn't happening...
She waited for him to finish the scans before asking. "Have you ever heard of something like this happening to a human without any kind of assistance?" She was hoping. The question then became what was causing it? She was trying really hard not to seem as terrified as she was. It had been fifteen minutes at the most and how much had happened?! What was happening to her?