“Help would be nice, yes. I mean, it’s what I came here for.”
She never breaks their stare, not once. In another situation,
this could be quite rude; at the moment, it’s a sign of all her
summoned convictions. Her head tilts to the side, a demure
gesture to let the other woman know she means no hostility,
no harm. It takes her a moment or two to summon her voice.
“Have you much experience in missing persons?”
being fresh off an episode can paint the world in darker shades.
broad strokes of deep purple, shadows deepened to soulless pits
of black. makes her wonder what it’s like from the outside looking
in; does jessica outwardly seem as crazy as she feels?
unfocused eyes drift away from their contact with the other woman’s,
a clear indication of a burdened mind. anyone that’s seen her after a
psychological breakdown might be tipped off, but this woman is
random, doesn’t know her – should be none the wiser. after a
notable delay, jessica stammers out an answer.
“ – yeah. yeah, i do. come in. “
no snark, no disdain. completely unlike the short fused
alcoholic all her friends have come to know & love.