Zack: *looks up at her and blinks* What are you doing? *watches her for a few moments, finding her activities concerning enough to abandon his spit roast lamb. He walks over to the edge of the river nearby her and frowns at the basket* What is that? *moves into the river and brushes past her as he picks up the basket, prying the lid open, scowling as he sees the sleeping infant Jenna inside. He glares back at her and shakes his head* You want to kill her? *grunts* If you don’t want her, I do.
