Juries can be odd. I was on a number of jury panels and only one that went all the way to trial. It was a case of a subcontractor who had been given an oral go-ahead, tooled up for the job, then did not get the contract. He was suing for breach of contract. The contractor was sleazy and not nice at all, and and one felt for the subcontractor, but there was no contract. There's no contract to make a contract. We went round and round on this, but there was one woman who was charmed by the plaintiff's lawyer, whom she thought handsome and eloquent. He was actually an idiot, barely able to grasp what was going on, misunderstanding testimony, asking irrelevant questions, digressing on differences between this and real estate law, that were relevant mainly to a suit that was pending against him for real estate fraud. But for some reason, this older woman was just taken by the guy. Maybe he reminded her of a son or something. The rest of the jurors finally prevailed, through what we thought was sound argument and pointing out what the law in the case was, and how we must judge on the law and not on our sympathy (if it had been sympathy we'd have gone for the plaintiff who did indeed get a raw deal) and brought in a verdict, and later the woman claimed to have been bullied into submission, and a mistrial was called. I don't know how it all ended up after that, except that I'm pretty sure the plaintiff's lawyer ended up in deep water soon after. I moved to Vermont not long after and haven't been called again in over 30 years.
Not that it's all that relevant here, but it does show that you can't always tell when a juror is going to be just stubbornly swayed by something nobody else can understand.