"We can send our respective consciousnesses buzzing around the room like stray insects!" He stood up, stance widening and posture straightening rigidly. As he spoke, Pietro found himself resorting to his customary hand gestures. How foreign they seemed with small, feminine fingers flitting in front of his face. Were her nails painted? Apparently so. He hadn't noticed until just then.

More disturbing than the nails, however, was the fact that Bobbi Morse, using his traitorous body, seemed to be towering over him. She was a tall woman and he hardly noticed the difference in their heights on most days. This was an unusual circumstance, however, and seemed to bring out the anxiety in both of them.

"I refuse to allow you to play with our minds in so reckless a fashion. Do we even know what caused it to activate? Perhaps we should begin with that."