<div style="text-align: justify;">The young blonde in the kitchen didn't seem surprised to see the three strangers. She didn't seem pleased either, though. It wasn't that they were unwelcome. It was more that she really didn't want them to be here. Oh, well. Hopefully she could keep them alive.<br/><br/>When the man asked her who she was, the woman answered his question right her way. Her voice was very quiet and polite, and didn't have any of the apparent intimacy it had used when talking to the Puppeteer. "I'm Jenny Wallis", she started. "And I don't really have anything to do with the fact that you are all in here".<br/><br/>After this remark, she once again checked the oven, and removed the pie from it. "I would bet you haven't really eaten after you came in here", she started again, while slicing the pie. "I'll take two slices for the Firewoods, but you can feel free to eat as well, there should be enough for everyone". Plating two slices, the woman looked at everyone. "You should meet them later", she stated, before making sure she wouldn't drop the plates and exiting the kitchen. The door behind her would lock itself through some mechanism, much like the ones in their bedrooms had locked and unlocked themselves.<br/><br/>As soon as the door was locked, the male's voice sounded again. "I would prefer that you would not starve to death", the man remarked. "Jenny will not poison you - she wouldn't hurt a fly. And it would be in your best interest to get on her good side".<br/><br/>After these words, the sound crackled and faded into silence.</div>