Kendra looks rather surprised, as the construct asks for permission. "I... I suppose," she says, stepping aside as it hurries inside. She looks a bit nervous at the construct in her living room, but says nothing, since she'd seen it, earlier, with the two of them. "Gibs? Gibs Hephenus? That old bastard, pardon my language. He's harmless... he's always hated my father, though I never did learn why. I suspect word's already made it to the sheriff, to tell him off. And, no, dear, you're staying here. I'll see if I can't... find some way to help you, around town," she says.