She can pretty much definitively state at this point that Stoker was an idiot - being bit just doesn't feel good. She can also put in a pretty strong hypothesis that experience does help - the pain is... easier, this time, and heavens knows her pain threshold hasn't changed any since last time.

Jemma finds herself perched on the edge of the bed, ignoring that bit of hindbrain that's just a bit alarmed about the idea of bleeding freely around two predators.

And she kind of wishes she had a stopwatch.

Oh shush, she can't be the only one to wonder about healing rates.