Half a step behind Fury, focus darting between the proud new goat parent, the Director and the pistol, Jasper also drew on her, not about to be caught unprepared, whatever Fury saw heading their way. The goat did not react. It was only after Jasper had her at gunpoint, safety released, that his brain could knit 'Mystique' together with this face, traitoriously familiar now that he'd given it some study.
Double agents slithering their way into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s trust were the absolute worst kind of people. Jasper didn't want to imagine what kind of morally bankrupt plot she had in store to break this goat's innocent trust. "Ms. Darkholme, you are under arrest for treason, murder, and a whole lot of other really thoughtless acts. Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head," he demanded, while the Director asked the important questions. The goat bleated boredly.