Ema yelped in surprised and clutched at her leg. Was that a kick?! It definitely felt like a purposeful kick.
She eyed the people across from her suspiciously, taking a sip of pumpkin juice and being careful not to spread her legs too far out.

Maybe it was an accident. It probably wasn't the right time to jump to conclusions and start scowling at Jake (probable culprit in any crime), so she let it go, shoveling a fork of potatos into her mouth.