Kenna was uncharacteristically silent as ideas went around. Treat's order to Crowley had unsettled her more than she cared to admit, more than she would have even expected, and she didn't have anything good to add. The brunettes actually had a couple of really good ideas, so why fight it? She was too busy fighting the urge to run over and hug Treat. She didn't really want to let him out of her sight at this point.
When Treat put his hand on one brunette's shoulder, Kenna backed up a few paces and put her left hand on his. "Crowley, Frenchie - sorry honey I didn't get your name - you guys should probably go first. Don't worry, if anything comes up behind me, I'll scream." She smiled weakly and let out a small chuckle, before stuffing her makeshift weapon in her cleavage. No shame whatsoever.