"I can walk on my own," Jennifer said in a harsher tone than she'd intended, shaking Nate off as the two of them walked into the mineshaft. She knew her attitude wouldn't help the situation, but having a lack of sleep was something that always affected her mood, and not necessarily for the better. As soon as the two of them were out of sight from the rest of the group, she let some of her hysteria surface, making Nate the poor recipient of her nonsense rant.

"Brilliant plan bringing us [i]here[/i]," Jennifer finally said, closing the distance between them as she abandoned any sense of personal space. "You wanted answers but instead, we're in some goddamn forsaken deathtrap with a few backwoods hillbillies waiting outside who are armed to the teeth and couldn't give two shits about us. Do you now see what's wrong with that picture?"

Jennifer knew her accusatory tone wouldn't make Nate any more likely to give her a proper response, at least not the one she wanted, but she was beyond frustrated with everything that was going on at the moment. She could only hope that Vin stayed safe and that his tattoos didn't feel the need to come out and play.