The agitation of those arrayed before Jehm was like a palpable force, the air suddenly charged. It made Jehm's hair stand on end and she felt an itching in her fingertips. She knew that if she weren't still Kill Crazy, she might have been able to articulate well enough to solve this issue with words. Or to at least keep things from getting any worse. She might also have been more understanding of the townspeople's feelings. They were raw from an attack, their homes had been violated and destroyed, and many of those they knew and loved were dead. To them, Jehm was a convenient place to focus their fear and anger. But in that moment, she would have liked to have corrected them with her fists. But that wouldn't actually do anything but confirm their fears. It was easy to focus on Ash's voice. The scout was familiar to her and the brief connection they had since meeting the other day was enough to made them a point of reference for her addled mind to grasp. Ash took her arms, convincing her to relinquish her rifle. She did so reluctantly but knew it was for the best. The more these people shouted at her, the more likely she was to use it on them. Ash led her away and Jehm felt a shaky chill enter her muscles. The Kill Crazy was wearing off already, thank goodness. But it left her cold and depleted. "I'm sorry..." she bit out as they moved away. "I didn't mean to..."