Jess's jaw locks shut, straining the frame of her face, and her eyes bore into him like a blunt drill. He's not so crazy stupid as to fuck up the answer but Jess isn't thrilled about the question or about having to put a pin in the screaming match she suddenly wants to have over it. For Kamala's sake, they'll have to take it outside. At least she won't have to wait for a rainy day.