three pups, courtesy genderswitching
So,when Molly Graham dipped her hand into the bowl of mints, she was expecting minty breath and nothing more. Becoming a man was nowhere within those expectations. So there is a man, standing by the bar with the sort of expression that reads, "Oh, fuck no," and a posture to match. She -- well, he -- is also eying the bowl of mints and wondering if taking another one would change her back. However, she isn't willing to risk the chance that it won't, and will instead turn her into something worse.
Emil Blonsky is similar incapacitated, though there's a little more, "Bitch, please," mixed into her expression. Probably someone should do something about the gun she's still toting. That thing is huge.
By contrast, things to be peachy keen for Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He seems to be the only one relatively amused by his new state, and is indulging in a glass of red wine. Probably he'll be making as much of his new gender in the time allotted as possible.
You have been warned.