Masenko first turns to face Jack with nothing less than a glare, her remaining muscles tightening. By the end of it, her eyes haven't quite relaxed - but they do seem to avoid looking at him. "Yes, well...don't do it again." She tells him, then runs a hand through her short-cut hair. "Is that, uh, all or can I get back to..." She glances at a large piece of wooden debris in her left hand. "Stuff?"