Okay. She's not sure how, but Jennifer has just taken a catastrophically wrong turn. Her first guess is that there's some sort of unpleasant magic going on - a bit ostentatious, even, with the whole overwhelming sense of doom and aggressively spooky aesthetic - and her gaze is drawn to the incongruously polite-looking man sitting in the corner. Is this his work?

Down by her feet, the Quarkbeast sneezes.

"Erm." Jennifer shivers in spite of herself. "Sorry. Wrong… room." She isn't sure what she's interrupting, here, but she's reasonably certain she doesn't want to be interrupting it anymore. She turns to leave, then lets out a little 'tsk' when she realizes the door has transformed into a boarded-over ruin. God, she's probably getting tetanus just by looking at the nails holding it all together. She throws a sheepish, uneasy look over her shoulder at the man in the chair. "D'you mind?" she asks, gesturing to the door.