"I haven't stolen any information. I came here hoping to talk to some people whom I can neither confirm nor deny the presence of at the lake. I was then rudely threatened, and left. I was subsequently attacked by your filthy cur, and now I'm being given a death threat I have no intention of taking lightly. As for why you shouldn't come through on that threat, because the last known location my phone was active was just outside this very tent, so should I end up as a paste, -because a powder just wouldn't work with all of the moisture in a human body- then the headlines might include 'Manhunt on for missing student's murderer' or maybe even 'School Student, Seventeen Slain By Shadow Guardian'. I'm not saying you're affiliated with them, but the press love jumping to their conclusions, and your reputation might suffer if you're known to be associated with some circles." Jen said, laying out her points openly, and with a tone making it evident that what she was thinking was perfectly logical and likely true. "So in summary, I'm here against my will, have been threatened repeatedly, and if you make good on your threats, you're fucked sunshine."
