Jessica seemed skeptical of the handshake like she wasn't used to such a humane greeting, because she wasn't, and while she took Colleen's hand she didn't seem to entirely commit to the motion and aborted quickly, opening the door further to welcome her inside instead. That must have been one of the messages. Or did 'earlier' mean one of the deleted ones earlier this week? "Jessica," she did eventually allow, since they were going with a first-name basis and Ms. Alias Investigations seemed so formal.
The office from the inside wasn't remarkably better than the broken face it presented, but at least the broken glass from the door was long gone. It was sparse, dominated by brick-facing windows and a large desk, and the few things that did seem to be around managed to make even minimalist living untidy, like nothing really had a place here. Jessica headed for the desk, gesturing vaguely enough for Colleen to take her pick between the low couch or the seat in front of her. "I have ways of breaking cases that other people can't," was the most positive spin Jessica could put on being in a pretty familiar situation; picked last in desperation. "I get a lot of calls-- What is it that you do?"