Not to mention her eyeballs, which freak me out. She's a lovely girl and if we hadn't been watching this show for two years probably they wouldn't seem so wrong -- they're normal shaped, they're in the right places on her face -- but it's like one of those Tumblr pictures where they put mouths where the eyes should be, or turn the whole face upside-down on the front of a head. We don't know these eyeballs, so they are stranger eyeballs, in the middle of a face we've come to know and love. The Geordi LaForge Effect. I haaaaate it, and I hate even more the fact that a normal, pretty girl's pretty face makes me feel like I am losing my mind just by existing. Such is the power of the sunglasses.
Liars: "So you've been able to see since the first operation. Why lie?"
Jenna: "Key to this entire show is the idea that seeming more vulnerable than you actually are is often your only protection. Just because men put us in these boxes doesn't mean you can't derive power from it. Either way you're working the system."
Spence: "And you never told Toby this?"
Jenna: "Like he cares, first of all, but secondly, keeping secrets from the people you love is the best way to protect them. You ladies invented that concept."
Emily: "Okay, but so you kidnapped me?"
Jenna: "Kind of. I found you on the side of the road and tried to take you home, but you were too drunk and crazy and wouldn't shut up about Maya, so when you finally wandered off, I just said fuck it."
Spencer: "I am assembling a virtual-reality reenactment of Emily's whereabouts that night, if you could just give me the exact time these things happened. You know, so we can compare that to the timeline of when we found her at that grave, which the show knows we don't care about and thus never made explicit."
Jenna: "Sure. But you guys, please don't tell anybody that I can see. I'm still a target."
Liars: "After we beat your ass, we'll consider it."
Jenna: "Look, you assholes. You blew me up, you blinded me, you've made life hell since the day I moved here, you're being bitches even now for no reason other than that your dead friend was annoyed by me. Just do me this one solid. Please."
The Liars aren't even talking in English at this point, just growling and assembling themselves into this writhing wolfpack of hate. It is gross and it is perfect.