[Jennifer smiles indulgently, blushing, at Lavi's flirtatious comments, though it's tinged with unease as she watches their banter. They were...friends? Maybe? But as pleased as she was to see familiar faces, she had the sinking suspicion this wasn't a social visit.]
Oh, um-- Yes, of course. Come in.
[She steps aside and gestures them inside the modest space, wringing her hands together.] Can I get you something? I can offer-- [A pause as Jennifer struggles to figure out what she could over to be a good host and at length concludes, with slumped shoulders and a lame tone:] Water. I can offer water.
[And as she closes the door behind them, she looks to them with a quiet scrutiny] ...Is something wrong? [Was Kanda second guessing his role in her escape? Changing his mind and hauling her back? And what if he was? Should she resign herself now, or prepare to flee? Her eyes dart to potential weapons, of which there aren't many. Just things she could potentially throw to maybe catch someone by surprise and try to flee out the door. She could scream, maybe, but... Who would come help?
No one, she knows, would stick their noses in. She'd have to rely on herself.
Her won conviction scares her a little and she already feels herself waning under the weight of that decision; Jennifer quickly tells herself she's being ridiculous because, after all, she has no idea what the real reason behind them being here might be and she focuses her attention back on them.]
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Oh, um-- Yes, of course. Come in.
[She steps aside and gestures them inside the modest space, wringing her hands together.] Can I get you something? I can offer-- [A pause as Jennifer struggles to figure out what she could over to be a good host and at length concludes, with slumped shoulders and a lame tone:] Water. I can offer water.
[And as she closes the door behind them, she looks to them with a quiet scrutiny] ...Is something wrong? [Was Kanda second guessing his role in her escape? Changing his mind and hauling her back? And what if he was? Should she resign herself now, or prepare to flee? Her eyes dart to potential weapons, of which there aren't many. Just things she could potentially throw to maybe catch someone by surprise and try to flee out the door. She could scream, maybe, but... Who would come help?
No one, she knows, would stick their noses in. She'd have to rely on herself.
Her won conviction scares her a little and she already feels herself waning under the weight of that decision; Jennifer quickly tells herself she's being ridiculous because, after all, she has no idea what the real reason behind them being here might be and she focuses her attention back on them.]