Jenny's hands lift to the top of the corset as its laces grow looser, less out of any sense of modesty than so she can be the one to let it fall rather than having it slump forward haphazardly. She has nothing to hide, especially not now, when she believes every word he says (it's Cameron, she thinks; if there's anyone here who's trustworthy, it's him), but whatever she might have lost previously, she can still make sure this goes right, to take what she still has and make the most of it. "Well, I don't know," she teases because it's easiest to do so, watching him as best she can. "You've not seen much yet, you could still be proven wrong."