That there was another presence in the room was even more disturbing. Jessica staggered around and threw her hands up, webs of energy sparking at her fingertips. One wrong move and that someone was catching a mouthful. Anything he'd said got misconstrued, and that was if it reached Jessica at all and didn't get lost in the ringing in her ears. She gave her head a shake, realizing her mistake as her two glowing hands multiplied into four.
"W-who are...Tell me where I am," Jessica demanded, taut. She stared right at Tony, but it wasn't his face she saw, or his voice she heard. A dark figure that any person who'd been the most sinister toward her could replace. Heart racing, she took further steps back, hopefully toward an exit. There was always the window.