"Oh, please, don't come at me with that SHIT, Eleven. I know you. You don't hate ANYONE, and even if you did, it'd be BULLSHIT to take your anger out on ME." Brow furrowed, head held high, hands on hips, Jenny glowered at Eleven with all the PRIDE and CONFIDENCE she could MUSTER. "Don't hate me just because I called out the rat bastard Rabbit's BULLSHIT." Yes, that was two bullshits, for those counting, also known as a pretty strong sign that Jenny's outward persona had DROPPED, exposing the uncouth epitome of belligerence beneath. "Hate him. HATE. HI--..." Wait... Blink. Blink. Pause. Blink. "Uhh..." Blink. Blink. Blink. Pause. Blink. "Did you just call me SEXY?" Technically, Eleven had been calling the way JENNY looked at ELEVEN all SEXY... Which begged the question: HAD JENNY BEEN LOOKING AT ELEVEN SEDUCTIVELY, OR HAD ELEVEN JUST PRESUMED INTENT AND BEEN SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO JENNY? "W-Where the Hell had THAT come from?" Maybe from the flustered lip bites and eye rolls and shaken heads and OBSESSIVE ATTENTIVE stares from across the chapel toward Eleven after their fight. Jenny had been monologuing internally the ENTIRE TIME: How dare Eleven toss her aside like this just because she called out Rabbit. Yada. Yada. Yada. But... But maybe, just MAYBE, something else had been boiling up within her that had spilled on over? GULP. She hoped not... "This island's making you crazy. When's the last time you ate?"