There were worse places that Jasper had been, which was cold comfort as he languished in silent agony in the long hours he spent trapped in a bubble and his own furious embarassment. He had, and it was a double edged sword, recovered his humanity relatively quickly, or, rather, he had definitely spent much more time in his right mind than he had out of it. Which was, of course, preferable to lingering in the animal state too terribly long, but it gave him plenty of time to steal glances Colleen and Ms. Maximoff's way, resent himself, and convince himself that he should just stay here in the middle of the frozen wasteland, far away from anyone he could hurt. It was vastly preferable to let them believe he was not in a conversationalist state.
He only stirred when Colleen went barrelling down on the vampires hissing at their borders, pressing his hands to the bubble again to watch with an anxious grimace. If anything happened to either of them, it would be his fault, and he was only making it worse. He went sliding down to the bottom of the bubble as Colleen returned, knees tucked to his chest and--light, light!, that was sunlight, that wasn't good! Jasper went scrambling back as far away from the burn spilling through the wide doors he could get, which wasn't very, pressing his back up around the furthest edge of his bubble of shame, balanced on his fingers and toes like a panicked cat. He was still scrambling to get further away when Ms. Maximoff turned his way and he froze, sure then there was no recovery from this night, it was mortally humiliating and if he didn't retire to an empty vampire castle he could at least try the moon or something.
It was a devastatingly long time before he thought to ask, "I-is it done?" That was it, that was the showstopper? Did he miss the whole thing? There didn't seem to be anyone else trying to kill them. Except for that sun.