Jack's face was blank when she looked at him. Not because she was feeling nothing but because she had no idea what she was feeling or what to do about it.

Everything floated down the river of feelings to anger anyway. She was angry on his behalf. All of that was brain-rape. Possibly possession. Neither was ok.

"I'd almost feel sorry for anything that wanted to move into my brainspace," Jack said after a long minute. "Isn't there any way to keep them out of yours?"