She's sipping at her drink, watching him react to something she doesn't understand he's reacted to, and still suspicious as all get out. She'd heard a thought. She swore she had. But she'd thought she'd heard one when she'd gotten here. Jessica's paranoia was at an all time high.

"Punching them in the dick? Or face. Dick usually gets more attention." What? It was an answer. Probably a good one.