Jane is too frazzled right now to even object to that casual insult. This apartment is still unfamiliar enough that navigating it in darkness is a chore, and she almost bumps her head on the wall trying to stand up from picking up a candle.

"Darn it, where's that doorknob..." She's pretty sure she has some emergency batteries in her bedroom somewhere, but of course finding the batteries means first finding the bedroom. Her hand ghosts along in front of her, trying to find the knob, until-

"What's- oh!" She takes a large step back. "That wasn't your butt, was it?!"