Everyone blinked, confused and speechless, because the terrifying, door-kicking, monster-killer, invisible menace had just been defeated by a couch...?
A couch.
They genuinely wanted to laugh, but they couldn't summon the mood to, because, first, everything they'd witnessed from the moment she entered, to the inability to explain how the couch, which was obviously fine just now, got destroyed when she sat on it.
Meanwhile, Jenna awkwardly helped herself out of the mess she'd created. Then she turned her head. When her eyes met theirs, she puffed her chest.
"What?"
Bald head coughed into his fist and went to pick up the bottle of water. It was almost empty, save for a little that wouldn't be more than a few sips.
"This…?" he frowned slightly.
To be honest, he didn't believe what she said. Silently obeying her was just to indulge her.
