He notices the change and flinches back a little. He wasn't expecting that response.

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds and then he's speaking a bit more slowly than usual. "We can do that."

He backs off and lets her get back up.

Oh. Well dratmuffins. Okay, apparently she really should have stopped staring. Hopefully he isn't scared away forever? (He's probably not scared away forever. Right?) She shakes off the staring and the eyes and brushes herself off and stands back up. "Okay, should we go again? Or should you show me stuff. Or possibly going again will show me stuff? Whatever you think works best, please." She's breathing a little hard but not too hard and honestly feels pretty good and is probably ready to go again. (She really hopes he's not too scared away.) 

In lieu of an answer he comes at her. He doesn't seem big on warning people before attacking. He's starting at the level just before his final push.

Jenna has barely enough time to block his first attack (she should really be ready for him instead of dwelling on her own silly things for goodness sake!) and then she pulls away to get some distance to get herself properly positioned. And then she comes at him properly, looking for weaknesses in his defense (or whatever she's seeing) and going for them. She tries a few feints, seeing if she can trick him at all. (She doesn't know a lot of techniques yet but she's learning as she goes and she's going to learn more!) 

She is improving so fast he's doubting his earlier read that she hadn't fought seriously before. 

His defense does have weaknesses he focuses very heavily on offense and if she's attentive she can absolutely notice him overextending a little here and there. They can go on like this for over a minute before he decides to end things again.

And then he brushes aside her block with brute strength and suddenly he has a knife pulled from his gauntlet and it's at her throat. "Yield." He demands in a level voice.

"I yield, I yield," she says, putting her hands up immediately. That knife is right there and kinda scary at the moment all it would take is a little push and she would start bleeding and she'd make a mess of her shirt and maybe she could just clean with dressing room or whatever it's called but she doesn't want to get blood on the shirt right now and also she doesn't want a stab wound in the neck either. 

He pulls back his knife and it disappears into his gauntlet again. He looks at her curiously. "Have you fought before?"

She's going to take a moment to center herself first (and not think about how attractive he was, in retrospect, holding the knife on her. It was scary but it also maybe possibly a little bit might have been hot? But no, he's asking her questions) and try and figure out how to answer this question. She probably shouldn't lie to her friends but also it's probably not a very good idea to reveal that she came here from another world (universe? He said world already) with a bunch of magic powers so she can help out whatever problems they're having and have an adventure and save their world, or at least not put it in so many words. Also, she's starting to have a suspicion that this world doesn't have lots of magic, or at least not like magic she suspected, even with the magic portal that brought her here. He mentioned technology, not magic. Maybe it would be better to be careful until she knows how everything works. "I have... an ability that helps me fight," she admits, "and one that helps me pick things up really quickly. I haven't really fought before." 

He just stares at her.

Well, maybe that was a bad idea but what else could she have said? Calling it magic would have made it worse but also she really never has fought before. "I'm sorry," she says, "I know maybe it's hard to believe but it's true, I swear it. I don't know how to prove it exactly, but it's true." 

He clearly isn't sure what to make of this. After a few seconds he decides to change the topic. "Let me show you how to prepare what we gathered." He produces a few small items to help with food prep from his person.

Well, that didn't go very well. Still, at least he's not mad at her, she thinks? It's hard to tell for sure. It would have been a bad idea to take the one where she can know what anyone is thinking of her but she really wants it right about now. It would be bad and self-centered and evil, but she wants it. "I would like that!" she says, and follows behind him to see where he's going and what he's doing. 

He demonstrates how to prepare each of the items they collected, mostly just with actions but adding in a few words here and there when he seems it important.

He nibbles at a few bits as he finishes preparing them.

She watches carefully, and helps where it makes sense to, and delights in the knowledge forming in her mind about what he's doing and how to go about doing it. (Learning new skills super fast is awesome!) 

When he starts tasting some things as he finishes she reaches for a bit of what he's eating to see if she can have some too (looking at him to make sure). 

She helped with gathering and preparation it's only fair. He gives her a chance to do each of the steps involved for anything they have enough of for two batches and then settles down to eat once preparations are complete.

She settles down next to him as well, and pulls over her bag and pulls out a bag of doritos and a snickers bar to supplement the meal. "Do you want some of these also?" she asks. She opens the doritos, but it's probably best to save the snickers for the end. Even if she wants to eat it now. Dessert is for after dinner, not before. (Though actually don't her new abilities make food not matter quite so much? Is she taking food from him when she doesn't need to? Well, it's probably fine for now, and she wants to enjoy the work that she put in.) 

"What are they?" They certainly smell fragrant.

The food they prepared is probably a bit plain compared to what she's used to but it's earthy and filling.

Earthy and filling is good! She'd prefer more seasoning but that's okay, they probably don't have a lot of seasoning here (and boy that's going to take some getting used to isn't it). "It's, um..." she's suddenly not sure how to describe it. "It's a snack food, um, it's um... I don't know what kinds of thing you have here. Do you have like, chips? Or corn? You probably have bread, right?" Also what even are chips? She's not even sure. "They're um, like, crispy bread chip things that are very well seasoned." She pulls one out and offers it to him. "Here, try it." 

"Sounds interesting." He'll wait for her to angle the bag towards him and then grab one and carefully nibble on it. He smiles and eats it after that. He seems to be savoring it as compared to the quick way he's been tucking into the other food. When he finishes he says "Thank you."

"If you like that you'll like the snickers," she says, "but that should probably wait until we're done with the rest. It's um, dessert, basically. Feel free to have more doritos, though!" She angles the bag so both of them can take it easily, and takes another bite of mushroom. 

"Can you get more? If not, we should make them last." He still takes another chip.

"I can't actually get more for a while," she admits. "They'll get stale now that the bag is open, though, so we might as well eat them now before they get stale, I have more bags of these and some other kinds of snacks in my bag as well. Well, unless we find a way to seal the bag back up with a clothespin or something, then it won't get stale as fast, but I don't know if there are any clothespins here or anything like clothespins, we basically need to close it off so air mostly doesn't get in or out. I'm not really sure why they get stale though that way but they do." Okay, she should maybe stop talking quite so much and calm down a little bit, he doesn't need to know all the details or every thought that pops into her head. Especially not the thoughts about his muscles and-- no, last time he didn't react well, she needs to stop that. 

He produces a hair tie from somewhere within his locks. "Will this work?"

She stares at it for a moment. "It might," she says, after considering. "We may need to eat some more chips first so it doesn't slide off, though." She takes another and eats it though she should probably not eat too many of them if they're going to stop eating this bag soon since she too should probably savor them like he is. So they can last a long time. Because when they're gone... she shakes off the feeling. No, she's on an adventure with magic and the notebook promised that she'd make it home eventually. There's no need for her to be homesick over doritos of all things. 

He'll indulge in a third chip himself then stop. This is a taste of her home and that's a precious thing if she won't or can't go back for a while.