The door swung open and thankfully it was the one person that she wanted to see. Didn't mind seeing anyway. It was all subjective for Jessica. "Who needs locks when you've got me?" she joked, though it was a horrible joke and the fact that she was mostly drunk and annoyed meant that anyone could really come in and either steal everything or get hit in the face and die. 50/50. She was sure that Trish saw the mess outside. The scaffolding.
"Hey," she greeted. She paused and looked her friend over. "You look weird." She would be a poor PI if she hadn't noticed her friend wearing weird clothes. Then a second later, she shrugged her shoulders and waved her hand dismissively. "Whatever. What's up? Please say that Kilgrave hasn't done anything stupid or.. I don't know. Anything." She just wanted to drink and live alone in peace.