After coming face to face with a werewolf Cam had found it hard to feel appropriately terrified. In this instance that was likely because she didn't know what these worms could really do to her. All she could muster was disgust. Bugs were gross, but what were they going to do? Bit her and turn her into one of them? OH YEAH! That ship had already sailed!

Hearing the caution in Professor Vindictus tone she carefully followed his orders--putting the bat down, and backing slowly away. Once she'd put a good few feet between herself and the box she noted the worm guts on her face. Cam glanced down at her arms and shirt, wanting a clean patch to wipe her face on--there wasn't one. Wonderful! Just wonderful! She wanted to scream. Now her face itched. This had better not give me a rash-- She thought irritably.