Jess empties out her other boot while the new arrival processes her situation. Her first rodeo, from the sounds of it. Weird to think that it gets easier. Weird and Stockholmy. But Jess only has hope of returning to New York because she did it once before. If that's something their overseers took into account, well, at least they weren't the clueless dipshits running the old place. She hates them equally, regardless. Anything less is drinking the punch.

Notable that Ellie's panic isn't shoving Jess away, so she has no bubble. Her scrubs are green, which makes sense, within the insane framework of this place. Kamala's wrist thingy is green. Maybe it's an age thing.

"I know you have no reason to trust me," Jess starts, pushing herself to her feet, she'll think of the rest of the sentence on her way up, ope, she didn't. Abandoning that lonely beat-up caboose of a thought, she switches gears to, "I'm Jess."