Her eyelids stutter, Jess too stunned to blink. The weight on her heel shifts to the ball of her foot as she leans subtly into the points of contact that have her moored, otherwise she's going to fall on her ass back into her chair. Six months... What is Trish thinking? Has she assumed she's dead, that she was abducted, or that she took off of her own accord? Trish would never think the latter but it might as well be the case if Jess has been gone for six months and made zero progress getting back. Instead she's been sitting here reading and drinking.

"I was out," she says and feels out of oxygen. Jess shuts her eyes and consciously staggers her breath, mocking up some calm before beginning again. "I was out, I was just walking. Trish texted that she was working late, I was looking for somewhere to eat. I was near Midtown."