Jessica had to think about that, but eventually decided on, "Suppose we'll know for certain when I start turning into one of those things, hm?" At best, she got a stomachache and could move on with her life, at worst, she turned into a vicious insectoid, and she hoped she could trust Tony to put her out of her bloody misery if she did. Jessica doubted she'd gotten anything in her mouth, though, and could confidently say the smell was just that pungent. That, and her senses were just that acute. She'd tried to ignore how stimulating Tony's diligent inspection was on her very receptive scalp and shivered anyway, or rather tensed up in an attempt to stop it. Obviously, they had their drawbacks.