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          “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?”

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          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.

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          there’s an unshakable hesitance to maintain eye contact. uneasiness settles in deep,
          reminiscent of the nights spent awake, haunted by living nightmares. admittedly,
          it feels like the other knows all there is to about jessica jones: every last
          damned detail. instead of indefinitely flicking her gaze from the
          woman’s piercing gaze to the ground, she decides to speak up. 

               “ can i help you … ? “

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