If Jenn hadn't spent so much time in Persephone, she wouldn't have felt it was such a bad place. Lots of hustle and bustle, plenty of things to keep you busy, whether with work or entertainment. The downside is, there's<em>too </em>much. After living here for so long, one sometimes just desires peace and quiet.<br/><br/>At this point, Jenn was feeling just that. She was tired of dealing with people, and badly wanted to get back into the sky. However, something else was bothering her, too. She couldn't understand how holding some girl hostage for a certain period of time could be worth so much. This was probably what had been stressing Jenn out the most: What's the catch? Jenn also knew that this girl's... occupation, if it may be so called, requires much training in acting and manipulation. What if she was here for some reason other than that some guy doesn't want anyone else getting his hands on her? Maybe they were working together against the Cap and his crew....<br/><br/>She had finally just gotten a chance to sit down at the kitchen table with a drink, when she heard the Captain call for her. She rolled her eyes and took her time heading towards the cargo area, bringing with her the small glass of gin she had just poured herself, taking pains not to spill not a drop on the way down the ladder.<br/><br/>She stopped in the middle a spacious room, the cargo area, not wanting to go outside in the blinding sunlight. She took a sip of her drink.<br/><br/>"Wouldn't you prefer I look at your 'shit' in the shade?" she asked, with a slight tone of playful sarcasm.