It was painful to watch. He looked so innocent, it was difficult to believe that that<i>thing</i>was with him. Jenny wasn't the hate bearing person, she just didn't have it in her. There wasn't a person on this planet that she hated, aside from the obvious spree killers of course. And truthfully, she didn't hate him, she was simply afraid of him. Afraid of<i>it</i>. Even as Diego spoke, she kept her hands on the door handle, ready to slam it shut at any sign of trouble. She wasn't a fighter, so she'd just have to pray and hope that what ISIS had said about the security to be true. Though one could wonder, how would ISIS be able to defend her from something that was seemingly invisible to the eye? Maybe that thing didn't even need Diego to be awake, or even alive, to do its harm. A scary thought, adding further dread to the memory of<i>it</i>. His words rung true though, maybe he was "cursed" just like she was? She seriously doubted anybody in the group asked for their respective powers.<br/><br/>As he turned around to walk away Jenny tried to say something, say something comforting or anything at all, but found no words, leaving her just with an open mouth in the doorway. He really did seem like such a nice guy.<br/><br/>After a minute or two of trying to clean up her face as best as possible, she moved towards the training room as well, still wearing the trenchcoat. The tentacle had slithered its way back under the fabric, to join the others in their wriggling mess. It was a less than ideal way to cover up, but it was the only one she knew of. ISIS had mentioned going out to town during their off hours, did that apply to her as well? She couldn't go through life always having to wear a trenchcoat, that would just be absurd. But she couldn't just go out in the open either, how would people react to her? A problem to tackle later on.<br/><br/>Just before entering the training room she took a deep breath and tried her best to relax and put on her smiling face again.<b>"Hey guys! What's up?"</b>She cheerfully bounced towards the others, but stopped in her tracks when she noticed Nathaniel's arm. So that's what he was hiding underneath all those bandages.<b>"Oooh, pretty"</b>She cooed as she watched the crystals shimmer. Lucky him, at least his "deformity" was easy to hide. She noticed Diego as well and gave him a reassuring smile and a small nod, which she hoped he would understand as "It's alright." He'd given her his word that nothing would happen to her, and she believed him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>