Jennifer laid on her side letting out low grunts in pain as the men beat her, she looked over towards the old man who the Rioteers were originally targeting him. She was surpised to watch Mr. Nexton easily beating up two of them and then scaring off the rest of them, when they were completely gone Jennifer looked towards the old man's hand and groaned in pain as she stood up, having a black eye a busted lip and several bruises across her chest and sides. "It was worth trying to help someone for the good, and you pretty much did the same with that fancy car o yours and the driver." Jennifer said before extending her hand towards him. "I'm Jennifer by the way."