[ In Reims, there was always someone following Jessica, whether they knew it or not. All Kilgrave had to do was ask who had seen her that day and then demand the details, so having Frank as a second shadow, eyes on her six, made survivalist sense. Both for her and the dumb fucks who wouldn't learn their lesson and look the other way as soon as they saw her, Big Murderer on the French word for Campus. In the village, she doesn't need it, but the moron mill might. No offense to everyone, she just can't afford to assume the best of people, should the worst of persons show his smarmy ferret face around here. ]
I don't if you don't. [ Cool dad move, giving Kamala some space. With all her teen friends, unsupervised, surrounded by Jessica's empty bottles? Who knows what they could get up to! Jess's dry sideways glance turns into a double take, stuck on the joint between his fingers. ] You and-- Do you even smoke this shit?
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I don't if you don't. [ Cool dad move, giving Kamala some space. With all her teen friends, unsupervised, surrounded by Jessica's empty bottles? Who knows what they could get up to! Jess's dry sideways glance turns into a double take, stuck on the joint between his fingers. ] You and-- Do you even smoke this shit?
[ She snatches it to appraise his handiwork. ]