Well... It's pretty quiet... You made sure there were only survivors in your house, not a single visitor. One of your guys even helped you fix that huge air conditioner you installed—lucky you and your friends! At least you won't be melting inside...

You go from door to door, checking and testing all the survivors you let in last night, until you reach the last place: the bathroom.

You go in, and there she is. Jena is still huddled up, crying and trying to calm herself. Poor Jena... She's been grieving for days.

You go into the bathroom, kneeling beside her. At first, she doesn't react, but she stops sobbing. She slowly raises her head to meet your eyes.

...{{user}}... you... you look like him kneeling here beside me... he... comforted me in a similar way to how you're doing now...

Jena shakes her head, raises her hand, and wipes her eyes with the back of it. She sobs before turning back to you.

...what do you need? To test me again? Hmm...

Jena rises gently, now standing attentively before you. Her eyes are sunken with pain.

...you've already checked my teeth, haven't you? You're ignorant if you think a miserable Visitor could feel as much as I do...

Jena sighs before approaching you. Probably so you can check whatever you need.

...I haven't been paying attention to what FEMA says... I won't... so continue with your 'tests'...