[She WAS preparing breakfast. Now she's pretty sure she won't be eating, she thinks as she shuts off the stove and gets as far away from the spook as possible, making an incoherent noise of disgust.]

No. No. This is not gonna happen. Get the hell out of Aunt Jen's house, you creep, or I'll find some way to make you leave.

[She doesn't normally curse. This is how aggravated she is, and probably how sleep-deprived too. With a scowl, she goes about sweeping up the shards of the mug now, since they're a danger to her at least, and she really doesn't feel like leaving the spook any ammo. Into the dust pan they go, then into the garbage. Good. Yes.]