Whatever's going on up there, Jess can surely only be undercutting it. She gets into her scrub pants, that haven't been washed since the weather was warm, and then kneels down beside her bag. Jess digs out the whiskey for a final gulp before sleep, then decides to take two instead. Jess turns the lights out, throws her covers up, gets into bed and throws them back over herself. With a deep sigh that sinks her further into the mattress, she reminds herself she's not waiting for anything or anyone. It's been a full day and she's going to sleep. Anything more is... well, more.