Jessica shot a few more webs at the helmet. A couple to try to stick his hands to the helmet, because that would be funny. A webline to try to pull his head onto the table, and one more to stick the helmet to the table. "I want you to think about what you've done, you creepy, creepy person," she said while firing and hopefully hitting. Or else she'd be scaring the crap out of the people behind the bounty hunter. "I mean, I'm not a girl gone wild. And I'm a minor."