Jen found a blanket, and wrapped it over him. How sweet. It appears she didn't want to kill him anymore.
She looked back at Teresa, a little confused. "So uh, I guess you don't work for Arella then." Jen rubbed her elbow, trying to warm herself. The ship felt just a little cold for some reason. Maybe it was because they were in freakin space.
"I mean, I've never died exactly. Did come a little too close for comfort when I had this run in with this big nasty fella named Belahzur, let me tell you this guy was not easy to kil-..." Jen stopped suddenly, looking back down at Will's sleeping form. "Maybe we should y'know, get him to a bed. Or a hospital." Or a coffin :|