No, she was pretty sure she'd heard something from his direction. She was now scowling at him, because maybe he was pulling her leg. Wouldn't be the first time she'd had people muttering about her and pretending they hadn't been. She pointed at him over her cup, scowl still there. "No, because I'm probably not going to like any of it."

Truth. But only because Jessica didn't like anyone. Not lately, anyway. Someone was angry with the world, and getting displaced from hers to this one hadn't made it any easier.