Jasper is glancing around, confused and troubled, but she can't quite get it together to do anything about it, because any of her instinctive reactions to this kind of situation would count as making a scene.

When Peridot yells at her she looks up sharply, making her 2 foot high stack of hair sway. She reacts pretty automatically to having orders barked at her, but when they're coming from a Peridot she's not going to just take them.

"You, Peridot," she grinds out, clearly stressed out. "What's going on?"