They safely reached the prison gate without being shot at, which was a plus, if you could say that, as they were being surrounded by a dozen armed men dressed in dirty prison pajamas, all pointing their guns at them.
Despite the obvious lust in some of their eyes, they were unusually calm for men like them. Even though Jenny knew in her bones she could take on all of them before they could blink, she still shrank under their menacing stares.
As for Chen, she regarded the men with visible contempt, yet she was still able to appear vulnerable before their eyes. It baffled Jenny, but at least it seemed like the men bought their act—well, Chen's act. Jenny wasn't acting; she genuinely felt exposed and scared.
"I won't ask again—who are you ladies, and what do you want here?"