If only this had happened to someone else. She'd get a kick out of it then. She'd have something smart to say, something sassy and cute, and she and Pietro would turn to each other and snicker about the poor damned fools who got their bodies swapped. Instead, she was an ungraceful, incommunicative wreck.

She tried to stay perfectly still, which was difficult because she felt very much like she needed to move, and she took in a deep breath and tried to speak one more time. This time, she tried to slow down and speak to Pietro as if she were talking to a very slow and stupid dog. All this was of course doubly weird due to the fact that she was speaking in his voice to him in her own body.

"I don't know where Henry is." It took so much effort to slow down. Bobbi found that she was suddenly impressed by the lengths Pietro went to in order to even communicate with other people. "God only knows when he'll be back. It could be days."

The thought was enough to make her shudder. And in shuddering, she was suddenly hyper aware of how awkward it felt to be in a man's body, let alone a speedster's. She just felt so... out of place.