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Jen's mouth was full of the third berry, so she could only give a thumbs-up, but she was glad someone knew what they could do in this situation. She really had no idea... Once she swallowed she added, "We're probably not all spread too far about. If we're all close together, it doesn't make...

"Yeah, what Glen says." Jen agreed, after she'd popped down one of the berries. The taste wasn't really up her ally-- the fructose-sweet and the botanical bitter mingled on her tongue in a way that didn't suggest she'd be making these a snack anytime soon. Still, they were refreshing, like the...

"Um... two. Maybe?" Jen's words here hesitant, a mere guess. She had, really, no idea what she might need. And anyways, her mind felt far too frazzled with lifeforce-loss and fear to do much in the way of mental arithmetic...

"M'fine." Jen was, very certainly, not fine. Now that combat was over, she sank down against the wall, still rubbing vaguely at her shade-bitten wrist. She felt vaguely nauseous and nearly lightheaded with fatigue, for reasons obvious whenever she shifted her focus to the corner of her gaze and...

Jen gave a shriek of shock as she dropped the rapier and leapt back, her hand jumping up to cradle her touched wrist. It felt frostbitten, and pins and needles buzzed all up and down her arm like the creature's grasp had neatly pinched off all her nerve endings there. She continued to rub at it...

Jen made a noise best described as a warbling squeak as she saw the glutinous-looking shade snare some formless appendage onto Glenn's wrist. Her hands seemed to know what to do better than she-- the moment she was free to move she darted forward and drew her rapier, her fingers finding purchase...

It wasn't just this... Initiative whatever, that had frozen Jen to her spot as she watched Glen fire and shadows writhe in Alex's vegetative grip. It was fear, confusion, the whole situation up to this point coming to a head and rooting her to the spot. Her breath itself seemed to freeze in her...

Jen gave merely a hum of agreement, too focused on looking around them all to give a thought-out response. That, and trying not to trip and fall flat on her face in front of these two. It was a dumb concern, given, you know, the frickin' dungeon and everything, but being followed and watched as...

"Um, then...." Jen hesistated, and when no one else seemed to move, took a step or two in the direction she thought she heard the voice echoing from. It felt... odd to be the one in front. "Come on then, I guess."

Jen gave a laugh as she nodded, a similar sound to before that trembled lightly with relief, and embraced the man back. She was never as much of a casual hugger as him, but screw it, they were all up poop creek without a paddle right now anyway. "True red. If it matters." When she pulled back...

Jen had been busy mulling over the options Alex had presented her with, and didn't at all expect a new short someone to step around the corner and call out to them. She jumped back with an inelegant yelp of fright, and then stepped closer, eyes widening in recognition. "Glen?" It was most...

Jen flushed lightly, but managed to roll her eyes. "Come on... if you're here and I'm here, there might be a chance everyone else is here too. Let's look." She said that, but frankly, she didn't know where she could start. She looked back over her shoulder, down the hallway, surveying the...

Now, see, Jen had thought she was hiding quite well, so it came as a bit of a surprise to her when she looked over her shoulder and found this white-haired shortie standing right behind her, brow lined up with confusion. Oh. Well, uh... she tried? Time to face the music. She wheeled about to...

((Lucky ducky me, as it turns out this post I wanted to make is little enough that I can totes do it on my phone)) Jen had just stepped into the middle of the hallway, turning a slow circle about to get a view of the whole of the hall, when the cry of profanity caught her ear. She turned just...

Jen’s brow furrowed as she examined the lock, Investigating it for a good few seconds. 1 round. That meant nothing to her and she hated the knowledge of it. But alright so, old, yes, matches with the rest of the room. Her fingers rubbed off red rust flakes when they touched it, and slick jagged...