It was around the 'ninja assassins' point that Jessica deliberately looked up into Colleen's face with a narrowed gaze and held it there, lips in a sarcastically thoughtful pout. It wasn't that she didn't believe Colleen, weirder things had happened, but she could see why the typical PI wouldn't take this particular case. It wasn't exactly PI work. In fact, a general personal beef with a mob of any kind was not recommended; that was FBI or SHIELD or whatever jurisdiction, or at least one of those caped lunatics. That Devil of Hell's Kitchen guy would probably have a ball. "I do charge for expenses," Jessica went with to discourage whatever this was. "If I get something blown up on your job, you're footing the bill." What would the plan be, anyway? The client breathes down her neck the whole time so the moment she tracks the mark down, they can sweep in, arrest her, collect the bounty and leave Jessica with her hourly rate? And this couldn't be helped, but Jessica had to know now, because it wasn't like Colleen was just working her way through the phone book, "Did someone recommend me?"