Jennifer's face went red with annoyance as the man approached her and said his words. She had her hand on one of the pouches on her armour, ready to draw a pistol, though she let out a breath as the man moved away. Unfortunately, [i]another[/i] person approached her. "Everything is fine," She says, even though it was not. She wanted to shoot the man who had reminded her that her parents were criminals. She did not think of them that way. She loved her parents.