Jasper was blessed with some incredibly level-headed and worldly friends. So far, he had geared himself up for all kinds of hysteria and disbelief that apparently was a insultingly low opinion of the good people in his life-- Coulson, in particular, who had processed and problem solved and gotten them both home. Now Jan could have shied away or laughed at how ridiculous that sounded, but instead he responded with concern as though she didn't realize this conversation wasn't supposed to be about him, not really.
"I'm fine, it's okay," he insisted, unable to express concisely how he'd had enough with poking and prodding and since he was here he was clearly beyond the personal struggle of the situation and it had expanded to interpersonal and he really needed to know what Jan was feeling. If he rambled on that long he was sure to elevate the tone into the hysterics he was anticipating. "I mean, that's where I was and you should know that I'm-- I was bit, so there's some things, some ways I'm different." As though his red eyes and pointed teeth might not have been a little obvious all along.