"Then no wonder you need to get drunk." Mystery solved, for all intents and purposes. Any wondering she continues to indulge in can be blamed on her exacting nature. If he wants to talk about, he either will or he feels like he can't; Jess has no preference seeing as she can't solve either. "Though if this suddenly turned into champagne," she speaks overtly to the glass in her hand, for the benefit of the alcohol (and more importantly the people consuming it), but alas, it continues to look and smell like run-off from an eavestrough.