Her scoff is smothered by the pillow. Needlessly, considering his sharp ears, Jess reconfirms, "Yeah." Obviously. She'd love to fall asleep that easily, while that pleasantly drunk, but if she's not binging herself into a blackout state, it can be up to an hour before she's out. And that's if insomnia doesn't come for a visit. She might fall asleep faster with him but she doesn't want to jump to such a sentimental conclusion based on two instances. More data is a double-edged sword, if it turns out those weren't coincidences. So was her proposition and Jess regrets it as much as she doesn't, like she knew she would. Getting stuff off your chest means exposing your heart. It's a small, shrivelled and shrouded target; naturally, Jessica Jones chooses to go flashing it at the professional sniper.