Jenna bristled at the shout and her hand went for the hilt of her blade.  Mismatched eyes fluttered closed and she took a few deep breaths.<br/><br/>"I am not my mother," she whispered, then her eyes opened once more.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened.  "I offered you the opportunity to have the creatures bellow dealt with by strangers, at no loss to your own folk.  I offered you the services of a translator out of the goodness of my heart.  If these things do not interest you, we have no further business here.  Good day."  She turned on one spiked heal and started back towards the rowboat.  "We have better places to be people."