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He releases the clone from the tank and gives her a good once over. The breasts are bigger than he had planned for so most of the clothes wouldn't fit. Some of the stretch tops would and so would the hoodies from his closet. She wakes up and a look of dawning panic crosses her face as she sees him. "Hi Jenny. Stay calm all right." he puts his hand on her shoulder and she shrugs away, he replaces it and holds her, only taking a second before the first of the triggers activated calming her down. Jon breaths a sigh of relief as well, if that didn't work the rest would be likely also be broken. "Um... hi... so I am the clone then?" she blinks slowly, Jon notices that he is still holding her shoulder firmly, locking her into an extremely placid state.

Removing his hand he smiles at her and strokes the hair out of her eyes, tracing a line from her eyebrow to her ear while keeping his eye contact. She responds as he hoped, a big smile and a contented sigh, yet another successful test. "So it looks like the clothes I got aren't going to fit, how ok are you with wearing the stuff that will? No bras and none of the nicer stuff I got you will fit but we can trade that stuff in." he smiles at her then grabs a towel and helps her get dry.