She gets the hell out of here.

{If She knows = true}"You know what? This looks like a lure. I have a feeling that once I'm dressed, I'm not walking out of here single. I'm god knows where, god knows when, in a side shop of god knows what kind of a building. Having a wedding there with god knows who? No thanks."

{else}"It's... it's not my wedding day. It's not. Weddings are planned, and I'm not ready to do it like that. I'm sure I can find a less occasional dress of bigger beauty around there."{endif}

It felt like the blinds were heavier to push away, but Jen thought she was making it up. Either way, she was in the Great Hall's chilly atmosphere again, and it was time to... maybe check that pretty white wardrobe she spotted earlier?