[ Oh yeah this is beyond her current state. To keep herself from emptying it too quickly, she sets the bottle atop the console and puts her back to pod behind her. The speed at which David is accessing information isn't anything special but it makes her nauseous to look at, so she takes the opportunity to shut her heads and rest her head. One of two things is about to happen, which will mean either returning to knockoff Tolkienland below or getting her head cut off in space. Taking a deep breath that she expels audibly through the bellows of her cheeks, Jess floats along the surface tension of her buzz while wondering what her preference is.
When David pipes up, she resumes consciously treading; her eyes snap open, neck straightens, but she only watches him move about. ] Kevin Thompson, for the birth name. Or it's under Kilgrave.
[ Her sneer preempts his reaction to that. It is stupider than it sounds, no need to ask. ]
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When David pipes up, she resumes consciously treading; her eyes snap open, neck straightens, but she only watches him move about. ] Kevin Thompson, for the birth name. Or it's under Kilgrave.
[ Her sneer preempts his reaction to that. It is stupider than it sounds, no need to ask. ]