Was she pulling this bullshit now? For fuck's sake. Jane's irritation reaches a fever pitch and her form shimmers, with little changing except for the tattoo appearing on her collarbone and a noticeable darkening of her visage. Whereas Jane had been trying to hold back fear, Hammerhead had nothing but fury fueling her.

"Get the fuck over yourself, you little piece of shit," she says. "Are you the Head, bitch?"