Shit. Shit Shit. Jemma thought to herself as the man, who was becoming less and less friendly, asked to see it.

"It's not like a switched thing. I can't just turn it on." Jemma thought about what to do. "It only will work when you need healing. I can cut you if you'd like so then we'd have to heal it." Jemma said seriously with daggers in her eyes. She hoped this was delay him