She stared at him before giving him the evil eye. "I am not your whore," she said, resisting the urge to slap his hand away. She liked money, but she had standards, god. "And I am not afraid of your big fat chicken either." Jen eyed the bird again, wondering if she poked it, would it try biting her? She didn't want to test it out quite yet. Looking the elf up and down again, she bit her lip and considered him. "So like I don't want your money, but maybe we can work something else out?"
Sirens were heard in the distance and Jennifer was smart enough to know that it was time to get the hell away from there. "You probably don't have a place to stay, right? You can come back to my place and figure something out..."
Hey, if Needy was going to cockblock her, she would just have to find other ways to work her mojo. Jennifer was completely capable of being cunning. It's how she hadn't gotten caught when she had gone on her killing spree in Devil's Kettle. Sure, Needy had caught on, but only because Jennifer had been dumb enough to trust the blood.