<em>Jenna, in the main room of the cabin with the others</em><br/><br/>Carver's offer to teach them how to shoot seemed practical to Jenna, and she was surprised at how quickly Brook declined.  It seemed, after all, a matter of survival.  They were going to spend the next year living in the wilds, and although it was unlikely they'd run into humans, animals were kind of a given.  It was, after all, Alaska.  This was bear country, and they were encroaching it.<br/><br/>She already knew how to shoot.  Her father had enjoyed guns, and he'd owned two shotguns.  It had been important to him for his daughter to know how to handle a weapon, and so he'd started teaching her early on.  And she'd spent the last few years living in Texas.  She'd never been south to hunt wild boars like some of her colleagues had done once, but she had gone to a shooting range with her husband's handgun a few times.<br/><br/>But she didn't say anything right then.  She didn't know Brook yet and didn't want to offend the other woman.  If she was afraid of guns, maybe Jenna's  experience with them could help her get past it enough to just learn the basics.  All she needed was the knowledge of how to handle one in case of an emergency.<br/><br/>"I'll go along to check out the place with you guys too," she said to Carver.  She was excited about seeing more of their new home and getting started setting things up.  It was too late to do much more than look tonight, but she had a feeling that all four of them would want to hit the ground running in the morning.  And morning, night... it was light for eighteen hours a day right now up here, and only going to get longer as the summer months came upon him.  She was not looking forward to seeing how her internal clock adjusted to something like that.<br/><br/>Brett and Brook's flirting took her by surprise, and she wasn't sure what to make of it.  Intimacy with this group of people was inevitable, and it wasn't like she was a virgin or anything.  Hell, she wasn't even particularly conservative.  She realized that she needed to loosen up and not look at them like colleagues.  People in a bar, then, that you knew you were going to end up in bed with?  She drank up the refill of champagne in her cup, grateful to Brett for bringing it.<br/><br/>"I'm not hungry right now," she responded to Brook, feeling like it was a serious question outside of the flirting.  "Maybe we should check the place out and then figure out dinner once we're back?"