<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">When Jessica shook her head, Jake looked confused. He quickly looked at the paint-splattered girl and said rhetorically, "What...?"<br/><br/>His eyebrows frowned at "planting traps at my front door", then his lips came together in a half-smirk and his head raised a bit in recognition. Then when she laid the key on the table, he looked at it, slightly in awe. <em>That couldn't be for the basement...</em> He thought, then looked back to her. <em>She-- Nah...</em><br/><br/>After she spoke, he quickly defended, "No...! That water-bottle wasn't a <em>trap</em>... I was trying to get it back to you seeing as how you `left' it in the infirmary..."<br/>Then, suddenly realizing what she had said, his brain playing catch-up, he stammered, "Your-- Your <em>roommate</em>..." He shot a quick glance at Paint-Splattered Girl, and said, "Oh...!" Then, he leaned into Jessica a bit and said in a low voice, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Is this your roommate...?</span>" Then he smiled at Paint-Splattered Girl before continuing to respond to Jessica, "Ah, sure, your--" air quotes, "`room-mate' wanted me to come along." He smiled, pleased with himself, and nodded before answering with a shrug of one of his shoulders. "Sure, I'll come along. I already saved your ass once..." He stretched and put his hands behind is head, satisfied, and cockily said, "May as well do it again."</span></span>