[ She follows that up with throwing her pillow and then pulling the sheet up over her torso, despite the fact the flannel jammies are actually quite covering. ] What are you doing here? I don't--
[ Crap. Jeanne reaches to the nightstand and quickly dons her communicator, foregoing the hearing aid altogether. She glances briefly to her closet where the rifle is stowed, then back to him. Jeanne gestures to her ear. ] Put that on!