Brena smiled weakly at Emma, watching her in silence. She was completely speechless at the little girl's actions or maybe she was still feeling guilty for being the near cause of death to her only guardian. Clearing her throat, she gave a curt nod to the door as she watched Jerry comfort her and play with her. It was cute, watching him entertain her whims, although they meant less than anything in the face of danger. Calmness was key, though, in this day and age and in surviving it was best a child was happy and quiet over screaming and terrified.<br/><br/>"Night," Brena nodded to Emma, looking back as she watched her hop off Jerry's lap and run upstairs. Her eyes grew wide at the realization it was dark out and they were two adults... alone... And he was half naked.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh lord! Brena you pervert, shut up!</span>She screamed at herself, covering her face as she turned to walk away to the kitchen - not purposely - blowing off his question. Her mind spun and as she started to look around to see where she was going, or at least find the kitchen, but she then realized the end of his question and how it was aimed at her. Turning back, she looked from the hall to Jerry. "What?" She called, but her mind rewound his sentence before she answered her question with an "Oh," and curled her hair over her finger. "Brena," she whispered, looking away.<br/><br/>She kept her mouth covered before looking back at his hand and flinching. Their hands! Jerking her wrist down and flicking it up, she tore her hand away from his and laughed at him. "Brena, but don't make a nickname out of it." She told him, using her - now warm - hand to smooth back her hair. She was not really into this, "You should get some rest though, honestly... And I need some place to crash so I can get up in the morning to leave. I'm sorry for intruding. Honestly." She told him, laughing again.