Jennifer froze, her hand about to push the door open, turning slowly to find a gun pointed at her. Her eyes widened with fright, and she backed against the closed door, her gaze locked on the weapon.

Suddenly, her quiet day had turned threatening. She tried remembering her fighting lessons, what Ronon and Teyla had told her to do when she had a gun trained on her and was unarmed herself, but that was a lifetime ago, and her brain didn't seem to want to dig the information up. Tried to remember wrestling a gun from Golan, but the memory was gone. She shook a little.

"... Okay. Okay," Jennifer said, her voice trembling, "I- I know you're scared. But I'm trying to help you. It doesn't... it doesn't have to be this way..."