"What? Kel, what are you...?" She waved a quick hand at Dex to get him out into the main room. "Just- what's wrong? You sound upset," No, she sounded shot. There was a subtle difference. But for once, Jax was trying to be optimistic about things.
Nodding toward the door purposefully, Jax took one of the knives off the coffee table and moved to the doorway to open it. Color her paranoid, but after everything that had gone on that day, she wasn't taking this obviously-upset Kel's word for it, that she was alone.