Considering the state he's in, she wasn't anticipating a fight. Must have been girding herself for something, though, to relax and rest her head to the back of the chair. They can get started on this navigating this weird new dance around each other tomorrow morning. Afternoon or evening, ideally, if Jess can sneak out before anyone's noticed she's conscious.

"And you're sure Kamala's fine with this," Jess double or triple checks, her head lolling his way and her coffee perched on the chair's arm, her fingers laced through the handle.