Jenn's unease resurfaced in the safety of their traveling shuttle, and by the way Xavier's watchful eyes flickered back and forth, she knew he was probably feeling the same way.<br/><br/>The Companion's obedience unnerved her, however. Jenn knew that companions were trained in acting, normally to the benefit of their clients; it was what the companions were paid to do - act and behave in whatever way the clients wanted. Jenn couldn't imagine putting up such a constant facade, but moreso, she hated the idea that right now, she could be playing right into the Companion's trap.<br/><br/>After they reached their destination, though, Jenn wiped away her suspicions. One might be able to act scared, but you can't fake becoming blanched. Jenn studied the woman's clothing, noting that there was little room, if any, that could hide a weapon. She contently concluded that, not only was the Companion not partaking in some kind of conspiracy, but that she seemed to have realized that she was fooled. Feeling little danger from their captive, Jenn tucked the pistol in the seam of her shorts along her back.<br/><br/>"It could have been someone, or no one. Flaunting yourself in a public tavern is an invitation for any obnoxious<em>go sa</em>to drag you out of there and do whatever he wants to you. You're lucky it was us," Jenn responded.