If there was one thing that could be said for Jenna, it was that she was decidedly stubborn when she got her mind and heart set on something. And knowing that Xavier knew a great deal about Blaise meant that Jenna was bound and determined to get to him and figure out just what the fuck he knew and who Blaise truly was. He'd been decidedly tightlipped about Blaise, other than to say that Jenna shouldn't pursue him, because it wasn't a good idea. He never said it was a bad idea... just not a good one, which she still wasn't sure she understood, and she had every intention of finding out exactly why.

Luka had let her into the house, unaware of what was going on in the other room, and when he realized it wasn't Seamus, he'd gone on to check in on Greg, who was recovering, but still weak. Jenna had, as planned, headed straight for the sitting room where she could usually find Xavier, frustrated, but still not at the point of being pissed at Xavier. He usually did have good reasons for things, he just tended to explain them more than he would explain this one. She wasn't frustrated with his opinion nearly so much as with his lack of explanation of it. And when she rounded the corner, she was more than prepared to tell him so... until she found him locked in a heated embrace with someone who definitely wasn't Greg, and her jaw dropped with a squeak of surprise. "What the... Are you... WHAT?"