Nodding absently at Martha's comment about a key, Jenny's eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail. It was a military reflex, and had come in handy more than once. An object out of place, a piece of furniture shifted; any small thing could be indicative of something gone wrong. Not that Jenny really expected there to be an enemy hiding behind the couch, but as keyed up as she was, instincts had taken hold.

"What's happened? Are we in danger?" She'd wait to see for herself that her father was alright when he came out of the bathroom, but for now she needed to know if there was an immediate threat. She looked about ready to barricade the door and fashion weapons out of various household objects.