She feigns a small smile for Kamala's sake, waving goodbye to the pair of them as she turns away. The outside air is a brisk welcome as she sees herself out, shutting the door behind her. It suits the space she has between her thoughts now it's not being cluttered with unwarranted expectations. Normally she'd throw herself head first into the clonespiracy work, but what's normal anymore? It'll get upended the second she settled on a definition so why bother. Jess tucks her hands into her pockets and heads back the way she came. There she can drain some booze into her water bottle and resume her walk to wherever she ends up walking. For some reason, she's thinking lake.